Monday, March 1, 2010

Baby

(Verse 1)

Hear me

Good morning sunshine did you sleep good?

Since you moved in here, do you eat good?

Do I kiss good? Do I beat good?

Wintertime do I come with the heat good?

Don’t ever wonder, I take it to the max, well

I take it past that then I take it back, well

Tell me what the hay you make it that first date

I made up a rap, Me and music made a pact

I promised that I will be good to she

And she would do whatever she could for me

And I do no looks deceived

But I knew what it was when she gave that look to me

[Rest is quest?] to get put to sleep

So when you hear the baseline, look for me (ha)

It’s not that hard to see

It’s all from the heart with me, Start to believe


(Chorus)

The music told me she loved me

And I believed her

Cuz I only need her

She’s my baby

I’m her baby

Her supersonic baby

Her supersonic

Her supersonic baby


(Verse 2)

Dropped outta high school never went to prom

To busy cutting school, buzzin on the intercom

Whatever friend was on

The same high as me

But I was still something that I didn’t try to be, me

So the music would never lie to me

I believed, fighting sleep cuz that night [?we breath?] all because of the rhythm that’s inside of me we might just be kinda deep in the life but why don’t we try to breath easy baby

You killin me, My lord

You shine brighter than a Billie Jean sidewalk

So even if I didn’t have a mic on

It would still mean that I could feel her when I write songs

I say a song because I mean my prom

Im still alive cuz its killing me to write songs

Whos direction am I on?

Am I on, oh wait this is my song


(Chorus)

The music told me she loved me

And I believed her

Cuz I only need her

She’s my baby

I’m her baby

Her supersonic baby

Her supersonic

Her supersonic baby

Verse 3:

Swingin in the groove, pretty women in the nude

listening to instrumentals get a nigga in the mood

Getting visions of shit I didn’t do

Cuz the shit I did do

Is the shit I went through

So the intervisions of getting the pictures of me

Are saying something so totally different

I’m in and out a woman’s kitchen

I walk in the room and she assumes the position

When I finish hittin she give me some shit to listen

Tube and my laptop get to flippin

[Hit the pinnacle master then we get to swiggin?]

And it continues yes

I see standin with the M U S I C I’m her man

And we’ve been through the stress I need to play for the big moves bless y’all peace

And to the haters, let Charles be

Then again bless y’all

You’re the stress Charles needs


(Chorus)

The music told me she loved me

And I believed her

Cuz I only need her

She’s my baby

I’m her baby

Her supersonic baby

Her supersonic

Her supersonic baby


Courtesy of Michael Laing


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You killin me, My lord
Small correction:

You shine brighter than a Billie Jean sidewalk

So even if I didn’t have a Mike(mic) on

It would still mean that I could Thriller(thrill her) when I write songs