Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chara , by - fat jon. Song from the album Hundred Eight Stars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.07.2009
Record label: Ample Soul
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chara , by - fat jon. Song from the album Hundred Eight Stars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопChara |
| I wanted you to know |
| That I am ready to go, heartbeat |
| My heartbeat |
| I wanted you to know |
| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak |
| I can’t speak |
| I wanted you to know |
| That I am ready to go, heartbeat |
| My heartbeat |
| I wanted you to know |
| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak |
| I can’t speak |
| I know what your boy like |
| Skinny tie and a cuff tight |
| He go and make breakfast |
| You walk around naked |
| I might just text you |
| Turn your phone over, when it’s all over |
| No settling down, my text go to your screen |
| You know better than that |
| I come around when you least expect me |
| I’m sitting at the bar when your glass is empty |
| You thinking that the songs coming on to tempt me |
| I need to be alone like the way you left me |
| You start calling, you start crying |
| I come over, I’m inside you |
| I can’t find you |
| The girl that I once had |
| But the sex that we have, isn’t half bad |
| The text say that «It's not fair» |
| That’s code for «He's not here» |
| And I’mma flirt with this new girl |
| And I’mma call if it don’t work |
| So we fuck, till we come, to conclusions |
| All the things that we thought we were losing |
| I’m a ghost and you know this |
| That’s why we broke up in the first place |
| Cause |
| I wanted you to know |
| That I am ready to go, heartbeat |
| My heartbeat |
| I wanted you to know |
| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak |
| I can’t speak |
| I wanted you to know |
| That I am ready to go, heartbeat |
| My heartbeat |
| I wanted you to know |
| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak |
| I can’t speak |
| It’s late night Thursday |
| I know that you heard me |
| But you don’t want the same thing |
| Well two can play that game |
| So I’m chilling with my girlfriend |
| But she not my real girlfriend |
| She got a key to my place but |
| She’s not my real girlfriend |
| Stupid, so dummy |
| Say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin' |
| I’m paranoid that these girls want something from me |
| And it’s hard to make a dime go one hundred |
| And my dude freakin' out over a worse fate |
| She on time, but she late for they first date |
| Cause he went and tried out all new condoms |
| Slipped off in a threesome, good problems? |
| Right? |
| Wrong |
| Askin' him if she gonna play games |
| With the super smash brothers, but none of them you |
| I miss the sex when you kiss whenever you through |
| Sixty-nine is the only dinner for two |
| I was wrong, but would you have listened to you? |
| Uh, you were crazy |
| I got a heart, but the artichoke |
| Is the only thing girls want when you in that smokin' light |
| I wanted you to know |
| That I am ready to go, heartbeat |
| My heartbeat |
| I wanted you to know |
| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak |
| I can’t speak |
| I wanted you to know |
| That I am ready to go, heartbeat |
| My heartbeat |
| I wanted you to know |
| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak |
| I can’t speak |
| So we’re done? |
| This the real shit? |
| We used to hold hands like field trips |
| I’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick |
| I read his posts on your wall and I feel sick |
| He ain’t cool, he ball and all that |
| But he just a fake nigga who blog in all caps |
| You couldn’t wait to date |
| I’m going straight for your thighs like the cake you ate |
| I give a fuck about the niggas that you say you hate |
| You know that I’m the best when I’m a-ffection-ate |
| I’m the best that you had, face it |
| J and Keyshia are related, racist |
| I give you money, then you burn it, like you made off |
| She ain’t a killer, but she’d fucking blow your head off |
| I know he wondering, «What the fuck you hiding?» |
| That we dated like raps about Bin Laden |
| Ayo, fuck this |
| Are we dating? |
| Are we fucking? |
| Are we best friends? |
| Are we something in between that? |
| I wish we never fucked, and I mean that |
| But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin' awesome |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Everywhere ft. fat jon | 2007 |
| The Ample Soul Physician, Risk It All | 2004 |
| risk it all | 2005 |
| just breathe | 2005 |