Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I W O N D E R . . .
















And I'm back on my grind
A psychic read my lifeline
Told me in my lifetime
My name would help light up the Chicago skyline
And that's what I'm
Seven o'clock, that's primetime
Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hot lines
Why he keep giving me hot lines
I'm a star, how could I not shine

How many ladies in the house
How many ladies in the house without a spouse
Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused

What you about
On that independent shit
Trade it all for a husband and some kids
You ever wonder what it all really mean
You ever wonder if you'll find your dreams

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lyrics: You should already know


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