Buddha Monk - As The World Turns lyrics

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Oooh, as the world

As the world, keeps on turning

As the world turns, so does love

We first met at the boosters, it was you who introduced us

Juice this is Susan, Susan this is Juice

Playing tunes on the stoupe, at first sight we was cool

Out proving, dusty like an SE coupe cruising

Hit me on my deuce, we can meet up, smoke some weed up

Stress the d up, push the d up, hit the back, hit the lab

Shit relax, put you feet up, sip a Zima

I ride the burgundy truck, she push the Kia like a X5 beemer

Got a mean strut, breezed up ultra color

Smelling like cocoa butter, most will love her

Yeah, my size two mahogany, eyes blue odyssey

Five two possibly without the shoe, fatal

Smoking like barbeque, no obstacle can stop me, how I got to

We link like AOl, in sync like cable

Eyes hazel got me hypnotized, realize it's the one

Switch my drift, and my mind, it flips

I should of know better cousin, seen it coming

Let me find out my best man and wife, I'm bugging

I got my nine, but let me not jump to conclusions

And clear my mind out, before I really start to just shooting

Temperature's rising, escalator's style

Is my chick coniving, just the way it sounds

Got me heated like my engine running, and there's no telling

When revenge is coming (let me catch my breath)

How can I be so facticious, my voice melon old soul

Victoria Secret, back in my dome, thinking 'oh no'

One in the heat, kid four-four, got to keep it ease

Until I know your whole reason, jesus

The cards you dealt me, destiny testing me

Possessing me, to put the neck to his neck and squeeze

God help me, this is not healthy, belly empty

Heart full of anger, wanted to strangle her

But I can't, cause I need answers

Now this is all mind boggling, brains foggy

And I burnt out my holigens, in the range following

Puffing, bumping Dave Hollister, something to come

With this bottle of Southern Comfort, I'm hollerin' (but you don't

Hear me though)

Back to my story now, here we go, can we stop

At the Marriot, turn down my stereo, valet took the keys

To a jeep rental, wondering what could she be wearing underneath that trenchcoat

Free cop the suite, I'm thinking 'yea' you ain't spare no expense, ho

Out of mind, but gave her time to get upstairs, though

Had some time, said a prayer, grab my nine, get his gear

Get this clear, I'm not gangsta, this is fair

But I gotta know, do I got a hoe

And did my best man cross me, then he gotta know

Stomach lick a full, til I'm pulling, put out to go

Gun I fumble, stumble out the car, but I didn't lock the door

But I dare po to ride me, yo, eyes low as I stroll

Through the lobby, bro, elevator door open and I slide through slow

Emotions about to defy my soul, and inside my skull

I ain't been this heartbroken since I was nine years old

And it's funny someone so hot can be behind this cold

Suite 1-0-9, I gotta define my roll

Let my mind explode, no mercy as my mind is zoned

Blood thirsty in the worst way, kick in the door

Let my hurt spray...

Said I'm tired of the games

Said I'm tired of the stress

Said I'm tired of the pain

Follow me...