How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't want to miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas And write shit

(He's calling) Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones That he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out his little black telephone book Come sit down here beside me honey Let's have a little

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't

Smell her on you I've got this friend, you see Who makes me feel And I wanted more Than I could steal I'll arrest myself And wear a shield I'll go out of my way Truth covered in security

It's always out of reach Sex on the radio And love is always out of reach But I never want to stop trying, no And all our secrets go Out the window And all the world knows now They're playing sex on the radio We all live on an idle TV show

As far as I'm concerned So wipe that dirty smile off We won't be making up I've cried my heart out And now I've had enough of love Who wants to be right as rain 'Cause when hard work don't pay off And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed It's better

I want every other freckle Oh oh oh oh oh (oh oh oh oh oh) I want to share your mouthful I want to do all the things your lungs do so well I’m gonna bed into you like a cat prance into a beanbag Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet

Dance, dance We're falling apart to halftime And these are the lives you love to lead I'm two quarters and a heart down And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds Why don't you show me a little bit of spine Dance this is the way they'd love (way

What if I was willing? Oh baby, what if? What if you wanted to feel alive, Make something of the time you're killing, What if you wanted somebody to love you right, What if you were wearing a sundress, Sitting out on your front steps, Waiting on someone

And nothing even matters. 'Cause the world stops When I put my arms around you, around you. They can all talk, Say what they want about us, about us. And nothing even matters This wall we built together, there ain't no way of knocking it over. And