Crib Lyrics

wake-wakin’ up, in a lonely bed
bombs blowin’ up
{sh*t it’s the phone}
up in, in my head

pick up the phone
it’s those dulcet tones
telling lies masked as gold
it’s another night you ain’t home

you’ve eaten this apple
right down to the core
nibbled inside
ain’t got the taste for it no more

so while you cruise in the Benz
I’ve called ‘round my friends

we’ll break out the Dom
throw your sh*t on the lawn
and celebrate as the rain’s pouring down

baby, I’ve got class…manners smooth as Ella
so give me the respect…you’d be giving Oprah

when you have integrity…sing it Mary J
I’ll show you beauty…eyes poppin’ like it’s Beyonce

got to keep it in the crib…baby, I’ve got class
got to keep it in the crib…so give me respect
got to keep it in the crib…you need integrity
got to keep it in the crib…
to have inner beauty

there are only a few words
you got to learn
when its not in the crib
you’ll be out on the curb

stop banging on, on my front door
got kryptonite
can’t hypnotise me no more

you think that love
that love is a sport
with the games you play
dribbling on any old court

there’s not gonna be
any goodbyes and cryin’
do you see the tears
the mascara ain’t runnin

when you’re all alone
please remember

oh so fondly
of how much you loved me
I gave you a taste of heaven
you’ll be craving it always …


gotta open up
and talk it out
but if you can’t tell it straight
then I’ll be walking on out

gotta love myself first
not place second in your world
no consolation prize
can cover up all the hurt

got the mink coats
and the mansion home
and your on the curb stuck on your own


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these lyrics are submitted by Phil Ber

Record Label(s): 2014 Three Cities

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