She wish she was a nigga Baby look in the mirror You got your hair and your nails done You fucking who you want Not thinking you was wrong Bitch you wish you was a nigga Damn you should be ashamed Acting like those pussy lips can't hang You been going

(Na na na na na) With him slow dancing Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see But I see you Whenever you Kiss him, I'm breaking, Oh how I wish that was me Oh how I wish Oh how I wish, that was me

Broward County, 954, we here, I kicked the door down 'Nolia boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, gleeful I was hopin' that you'd ride for me the way I rode for you I wish my boy was here to see the man that I grew into And I know if I'm feelin' like

Ruby Lee, I show wish you was here with me Staring at shadows on the wall Wish I knew of someone I could call Someone who might understand it all Someone's lying with me in my bed Some stranger who don't understand my head Wish it was you lying here

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and

'Cause your heart calling Feels like confetti falling Down, down, down Oh yeah yeah don’t get any better Oh yeah yeah wish that this was forever And it’s a celebration, Feels like a celebration All this talk about being in love I could never get into the

And it all comes down to you You see your gypsy She was just a wish So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Well, you know that it

And work it low Express yourself, release the glow, attack the floor Spread your legs and arch your back And they mad cause I’m hot and they wish they was They be hating on my name but my beats they love Go up and down and make it clap Spread your legs

There's a world out there Don't you deny me Give me one last wish Stop using my It was meant to be But all along it never meant a thing Never stopped to ask you why

Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words made of knives You grace me with your cold shoulder You say it's all in my head And the things I think just don't make sense So where you been then? Don't go all coy Don't turn it round on