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You re that kind
That turns my head and makes me look
Whoa whoa whoa uh uh uh...uh
You re the kind
That makes me pull single dollars
Out my pocket book, ooh baby
You re sexiness and vivacity makes me
Wanna cook my favorite recipe
And place it on your table, baby
Your intoxicating and so divine
You re the kind that stays on a sista s mind

[Chorus:]
And I know you ll think this is crazy
But, I got something better at home
Ooh whoo oo woo woo
Hey hey I got something better at home

[Verse:]
He s the kind that breaks it down
And curls my toes, woo woo woo baby ow
He s the kind that loves my mind and feeds my soul
And I love it baby

His intellect and outer respect, makes me wanna crawl
And be my best
And I know...
He loves his baby

He sense of self and silliness
Makes the hardest things
The simplest and I look but don t touch
Never know baby

[Chorus:]
Cuz, I got something better at home
Ooh ohoo ooo
Cuz, I got something better at home
Ooh ohh woo wooo

[Bridge:]
Baby I know you love me
And your love is wonderful
You help me feel free
I wont betray you unintentionally, or intentionally
I got you babe
You can rest your shoulders and sleep at night
Okay

[Chorus:]
Alright cuz I know
Cuz I Know know know,
I know, I got something better at home
Oh
I know I got something better at home
I know oh oooh woo woo wooo
I got something better at home
Ohhhhh oohhhhhh

Some say I?ve got devil
Some say I?ve got devil
But I?m just a guy in trouble
I don?t think I?m in danger
Don?t think I?m in danger
No, I know I?m not in danger

But same have tried to sell me

Fuck you

Fuck you
I gots to lyrically buck you
You and your shit they both suck too
Fuck you
I take a shit on your whole crew
I eat you like spaghetti and spit in your face boo
Your shit is gay, so fuck you...

Peter panic

Hello Peter Panic
You ve landed on our planet
What a stange thing you are
With little pissy eyes
You got in the television
Turned us all old and wisened
Then disappered
To a distand star
And we remember you as

Kontestatorzy

Coraz, coraz bliżej
A jednak tak daleko
Daleko do satysfakcji z życia tutaj
Kawiarnie pełne są takich jak my

Kontestatorów
Wbitych w odchody wydalane przez bogów
Z których na rusztowaniu z żeber osła
Ulepiono politykow, ulepiono dziennikarzy

I ty i ja
Jak rodzeństwo razem
Przeciwko wściekłym zwierzętom

In the end

I m the textbook definition of a rebel
I see the crumble in left and I ve got go right
I m always in some trouble
To me life ain t fun unless you re in a good fight
So the more you re good to me,
The more I try to get you...