I got a good thing, I got a good thing And I caught this feeling that I can't explain Got my heart speeding, every time she says my name She calls me baby Alright, play it on round boys Right there's your something Smiling through this lazy day Just a

They spun a web for me Oh no I see And ah well if I ever caused you trouble A spider web it's tangled up with me And I lost my head And thought of all the stupid things I said Oh no what's this A spider web and I'm caught in the middle So I turned to run

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

Don't be spiteful Don't get too caught up with that nigga 'Cause you got you a nigga What we had wasn't love, love, love, love, yeah Don't hate on my new bitches And I won't be spiteful I see you takin' shots girl I see you ain't forgot girl Take us out

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Shine on, you crazy diamond Remember when you were young? You shone like the sun. Now there's a look in your eyes Like black holes in the sky You were caught in the crossfire Of childhood and stardom, Blown on the steel breeze Come on you target

Nothing fucks with my baby Ain't you my baby? Nothing can get in the kid or my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem It slouched and then Must've caught a good look at you

One, two, three Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Peter, Paul and Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves me

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

Is it just a mirage? We're all caught in a dream Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh All these Hollywood gods And everything that we've got It's all part of the scene, oh They said, "You can't wear Giamba Baby, you gotta pay."