Niggas Don't Understand
Good at what you do
I'm happy as hell
When I'm alone whit you
As you stroke my body
And soothe my brow
With everything
That the law will allow
I pray "Don't turn out like your mother"
(repeat)
Im a grown man
Over 21
I've got an ugly face
But I have a lot of fun
So if spill a glass
Or break a dish
I hear your voice
And I make this wish
Please "Don't turn out like your mother"
Don't turn out
Don't turn out
Don't turn out like your mother
I couldn't stand it
And I'll be damned
Same Time Tommrow
You know the little clock, the one on your VCR
the one that's always blinking twelve noon
because you never figured out
how to get in there and change it?
So it's always the same time
just the way it came from the factory.
Good morning. Good night.
Same time tomorrow. We're in record.
So here are the questions: Is time long or is it wide?
And the answers? Sometimes the answers
just come in the mail. And one day you get the letter
you've been waiting for forever. And everything it says
is true. And then the last line says:
Burn this. We're in record.
And what I really want to know is: Are things getting better
or are they getting worse? Can we start all over again?
Stop. Pause. We're in record. Good morning. Good night.
Now I in you without a body move.
And in our hearts we fly. Standby.
Good morning. Good night.