It’s not about the way you look
It’s not about your face
It’s all about the way you think
It’s all about your grace
You’re love is like a power chase
You’re like an oak tree growing in a flower vase
Been brainwashed since age 2
I only had imaginary friends
And still do
And they hate you
Girls learn sexiness, women teach class.
When moonlight french kisses the Manhattan midnight
There’s a not a face without a teardrop that’s in sight
Midnights in Manhattan keep me dreamin’
I think I’m gonna keep em
That’s right I never hold my tongue for saving face
Even the mic feedback will humm “Amazing Grace”
Ladies love me when I spray the mic
But there aint no “I” in snuggling
Aint no “U” in “Stay the night”
