
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
Supafly (TFK) |
We smashing, |
Thousand be the head of the class 'n' |
Rollin thru ya party with the stereo blastin’we creepin' |
It’s bin’seven since last weekend, |
Everybody in the club freekin' |
And in the corner, I can see ya standin’there, |
Black jacket 'n'long hair we’ve been exchanging stares, |
'n'I know ya, 'n'what'cha thinkin’yeah right, |
Wearin’ya clothes air-tight at the club every night 'n', |
Don’t’cha know that brothers don’t like the girls, |
That be into the guys that be tellin them lies 'n'listen here hun, |
Life’s more than this, |
Ya tryin to tell me that’cha never get bored of this?, |
Yo, check this who you eye’in up for ya set list, |
Frontin’with ya fake gold necklace, |
Not respected, 'n'yet ya wonderin’why, |
Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dolla signs $, |
Girl what’s next? |
who you hittin’up for the rolex? |
Brothers need to clear their specs, |
Boy ya gettin’gamed on, thinkin’she loves you 'n'all that, |
Need to get it all back, move on 'n'step off that, |
She’s the wrong type, but same goes for females, |
Cuz’guys be spittin’lies, not telling the details, |
In the fine print, baby girl, don’t sweat it, |
Cuz one of these days you’ll regret it, |
And yo, the moral of the story is, |
Dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin’funny around cash money, |
So lesson learned, 'n'ya playin’with fire get burned, |
Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned |
You think ya somethin’more ya so supafly, |
To the fact you’re blind, you’re so empty inside, |
It’s hard for me to get this thru to you, |
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby, |
Well it’s the Sundance Kid, |
Yo the rap villain, man for real and, |
Peeps catchin’feelin’s of the lyrical caps that I’m peeling, |
Makin’noise y’all, me 'n'my krutch boys y’all, stand tall, |
Cuz yo we ain’t never gonna fall, man forget that, |
Yo, we’ll keep constantly comin’right back, |
Like CHRIST when he rose on the third |
Strikin’ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs, |
If ya messin’with a girl for her curves, |
And yo, ya might be, you think ya somethin high and mighty, |
Might be that you be frontin, |
Most likely, no doubt, money be singin’the same song, |
Respect yourself hun, it’s the 34th Psalm |
And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, I’m so forsakeable, |
I’m shattered, |
And things aren’t as they seem, |
They’re so in between, they’re so make believe, |
That it’s un-real, |
And wake me up when things are better, |
Cuz I can’t take much more of this and take these rags, |
But leave my comfortable sweater, |
And leave me alone, then leave me alone, alone, alone, a-lone |
Song tags: #Supafly
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