Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Center of Attraction, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song The Brown Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
The Center of Attraction |
Do you feel the wind, this time? |
Do you see the moonlight shine? |
Cause the twilight, seems near |
But the light shines, nowhere |
Do you feel the cold, winds blow? |
Do you see the darkening glow? |
Cause the twilight, seems near |
But the light shines, nowhere |
She was amazing, Carmela, caramel complexion |
Think God brought her into my life, as a suggestion |
We clicked, I liked mink, she liked iced out rings |
The finer things in life, together we share drinks |
Vodka and cranberry, my little cherry if I got locked |
She would fill up my commissary |
It was natural, I felt the bond between us |
She was the jelly to my peanuts, Mars to Venus |
The Earth to my Sun, Moon and Stars, we added up, mathematically |
It’s like I had a bad habit, B |
She knew my lifestyle, chick of a crime boss |
She would hide my guns in my house then, lie to the task force |
Finish my sentence, knew my exact frame of mind |
Knew everything I had was hers, and she was mine |
We were crazy in love, couldn’t get enough of each other |
The center of attraction, we were made for one another |
Nah, don’t even fall for that Caucasoid |
She got the drink laced, trynna turn you to an android |
She not your peanut butter, more like a fucking nutcase |
You all google-eyed, DeLuca’s mob watching your place |
They pulling trains on her, beat and rape, cum in her face |
They got the drop on you, son, you a fucking disgrace |
You think God sent her? |
Nah, it’s the Devil instead |
They got plans for you, Tone, they want you dead, dead, dead |
So get rid of that cherry, papa, she plan poison |
So plot on that hoe, they bout to bring the poison |
Yeah, dun-dun, DeLuca’s mob, want your head on the platter |
It don’t matter, son, all your dreams is gonna shatter |
They trynna get atcha, she got you caught in the rapture |
Nigga, wake up, ya’ll ain’t even made for one another |
She a snake, Logan, gonna get you sprayed, brother |
It’s a set-up, seen it before, Doofy got wet up |
Nah, you paranoid, letting your mind, get the best of you |
She would never set me up, or lace my drink |
Watch how you talk it, you know I keep heat in the mink |
You dead wrong, confusing her with one of your hoes |
She’s a ride or die, chick, believe me, a nigga knows |
I’m the el capitan, put this whole squad together |
Keep talking, bro, I put one in your leather |
Bald cap, Logan’ll do the hit, now that’s better |
Ahh, man, come on, Tone, you sleepy eyes, man |
I told you before, son, yo |
You gotta stay focused out here, look |
Look out the window, man, Luca’s mob, son |
You know who they are, them same muthafuckas |
Yo, I seen her with them niggas before, she’s a set-up chick |