And that’s what gets me, it’s like having wine after whiskey It went from do anything for you babe to you don’t even miss me Once you’ve tasted a love that strong you can’t go back And you can’t settle on anything less Once upon a time our world was on

(Finders keepers, losers weepers) I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers) I'm all dressed up and naked So close I can taste it If it feels good, tastes good It must be mine And if you don't know now you know

Wasted on each other We can try to stop this bruising, we can be like novacaine There's a high we keep on choosing, we don't wanna change it Everybody calls us foolish, they don't know how foolish tastes Every time we try to fight it, we just end up

No, I can't be the on-only one Ooh ooh ooh, give me a sign That you feel it too Baby, cross the line Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need more When we're making this up Say it isn't so 'Cause I'm so desperate for you I can taste your skin on my tongue (my tongue)

Karmacoma, Jamaican aroma You sure you want to be with me I've nothing to give Take a walk take a rest Taste the rest Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me Monopoly and properly kissed Won't lie and say this love is best Leave us in emotional peace

The aftertaste I know there's nothing that I can do to make you stay But one thing I know that will always remain And that's the aftertaste Don't break, don't fade While we're not real, we're never too late Make time, it won’t hurt Said I’ll go now, but

Get, get, get, get, get out and push And now we're wasting time Same old pickup lines And you keep trying Don't waste time I can almost taste it All right, you sinners, swing! Danger in the rear view mirror There's trouble in the wind Badness bringing up

Visions, that keep stirring my soul Visions, that will never grow old Sweet baby I had some visions of you If I can't have it all just a taste will do Go ahead and live all your fantasies (Don't you ever think about the other side) Helps you get from

Can I live? Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing Probably cause I never could, said if I had it, never would Then I got my first little taste of paper And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge This is The Boondocks I swear yo I’m like

'Cause I'm on fire We don't run, run, run Can I get an amen I had to struggle to be gracious Now we can touch it We can taste it Can I get a little amen? No more running from the hangman