I ain't never been no silly ho Waiting for your call Like the other girls want u I ain't never been the one to mess Wit' someone else's mess That's not a thang for me to do I ain't never been the chicken head To wake up in your head After every club or

Swayin', and prayin' That the band don't ever stop playin' Our favorite songs all night long. Oh baby don't it feel so right, Me rockin' you side to side, Just stayin' in these arms of mine, Wrapped up tight just swayin' Well they call em' the cheap

How come you don't call me I keep your picture upside my bed (umm) And I still remember everything you said (umm) I always thought our love was so right I guess I was wrong (oh) Always thought you'll be by my side Pappa, now you're gone What I wanna know

Waiting for your call Time goes by so slowly I'm hung up I'm hung up on you I'm tired of waiting on you Every little thing that you say or do Baby night and day

Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream (Come crawling faster) (Obey your master) (Your life burns faster) Obey your master Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

Look out baby I'm in a dangerous mood I had to steal a little time baby So I could spend it all on you I done called up the bossman Told him where to go And just what to do Call me crazy But I did what I had to do

The calloused hands upon the plow I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James Reuben James Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed field of my mind The faded shirt, the weathered brow In my song you live again And the phrases that I rhyme Are

A little super dangerous Girl, I was so afraid You said, "you shoulda seen the look on yer face" Just give me the news It can all be lies Exciting over fair or the right thing at the right time Everything is clear Just how you described The way it

I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool Pull up on the block like why Fuck the police, niggas better call the SWAT I ain't never played with the pot I was in your house trying to find a spot

I bring them things When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches,