So open it up and take a look 'Cause under the covers one discovers But a cover is not the book That the king may be a crook For a cover is nice A cover is nice Chapter titles are like signs And if you read between the lines You'll find your first

Talk to me nice, talk to me nice Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice You know I'm gon' ball yeah No way I could fall yeah They predicted next fall yeah Look at them like aw yeah Talk to me, talk to me nice Or don't talk to me at all yeah

Look at this I'm a coward too You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you Yes, oh my god

I figured out what you're all about So I hope I won't be there in the end If you come around And I don't think I like what I see All brawn and no brains And all those nice things And you finally got what you want Someone to look good with And light your

Isn't it nice Human sacrifice I just want to thank you for all your advice Send me kisses when it's grey skies It's been so long look how time flies If you love me won't you let me know I've been trying to learn let you go Call my name whenever tears

Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!) Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright!) Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit!) You can't see that on the road, I blank Murda on the beat so it's not nice What I bought (what you buy?) I'm

Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she sweet? Oh I repeat, well, don't you think that's kinda neat? Ain't she sweet? See her walking down that street. Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice. Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she nice?

Sign me up, want you put me down, I just wanna rock with you, rock with you, baby Your looking for a real love, this is real love Sign me up, sign me up, sign me up, baby Girl what you want, big chips is it, nice whips, A nice boo with jeans that just

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for? But that's

Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna fuck you on your night shift Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to