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    BIZZY BONE

    The Midwest Cowboy 2006 ©

    I Must Fess Up

    My first, my first Briana
    I named her after me and shit
    Send shouts out to my family
    Y'knowmsayin, my daughter Briana
    If I never see you again baby, we gon' do it


    And I must fess up if I mess up, babe I want you back
    B my daughter, get the babies, move the fam attack
    And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
    I'm still wit'chu, remember me, don't stress
    If I mess up, I gotta fess up, boo I want you back
    B my daughter, get the babies and the fam attack
    And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
    I still love you, I still love you


    If I had you in my arms and we had money to spare
    I'll take you anywhere, ev-erywhere, it don't matter I don't care
    You better do what'chu gotta do, you're freedom is so precious
    Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you're excellence
    Manifested in perfection, I can't say no more
    Have fun for me baby, slammin Maybach doors
    They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health
    She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself
    And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed
    A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some liquor with nothin said
    Never asked me for the money back, my love I thank you
    I'm very grateful when I'm lonely and I know that God loves me
    Reminiscin on the good times, the best was good times
    So misunderstood times, good times
    And these are so misunderstood rhymes, woodgrain, get it on
    And when I'm not in the battlefield you know that I still get it on
    Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
    Baby I love you, everything that I can muster, uhh
    Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
    Baby I love you with everything, no choices




    I scoop you up, up in the limo with a bottle full of Bacardi
    12-pack of Bud Light, bumpin "Let Me Feel Your Body"
    The whisk for the moment as the driver say "Where
    are we goin, round the city? Roll the weed, I don't care"
    We'll be feelin 'em, so in love with me, and yes the feelin is mutual
    As I ride pass the graveyard, reminiscin over the funeral
    My brother is here in spirit, made his peace with the Lord
    You can ask Ninja when it happened, Capo loved the Lord
    I put 'Pac on, all rap music we bumpin
    Baby lookin at me chillin, she feelin me, makin a million
    Pass the cup into my girl and Brandy, I mean Britney
    Kinda tipsy on the backseat in the Lincoln stretch fizzy
    I still love you boo, still true to the affection
    Never abandon this protection, the fuckin direction
    I still love you boo, still true to the affection
    Never abandon my protection, the focus in yo' direction; what




    We at the road, still chillin, watchin movies and we smokin
    Baby she lookin so beautiful, "You comfortable?" "Boo, you know it"
    was the answer that she gave me as we finished the spinach
    Cause dinner at Ruth Chris, let's get drunk for the reel spinnin
    Fi-let mig-non, big lobster, champagne was Dom
    We need some Cristal, won't get it for now, let's get it on
    And we kissin at the table as the patrons sip Patron
    One patron told us go get a room, and go home
    500 dollars on the table, we half-naked
    Makin out, tearin our clothes off, the limo get to shakin
    Better save it for the room, I can't wait no more
    With the slow jam of "Secret Lovers" playin at the door
    The star shinin so bright, they watchin from afar
    You're a shinin star, forever and ever you are
    We at the corner, I guess it's just like Ike and Tina
    Clothes messed up, bra on backwards, I gotta see her, gotta see her

    2006 ©


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