(The Magic Numbers & Amadou & Mariam) I may never ever find an answer I may never ever find a cure I may never risk another lover Oh, believe me.
(originally by Beyonce) Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no I
Well I hope you don't mind me writing this song Even though I know I don't know you all that long But ever since I met you and you've been by my side
He was the only son who wouldn't stay Barely twenty-one when he went away Anima Sola keeps me wired If I grow cold I should grow tired But I'll get to
You know, you never know You know, yes I will ... Wish I, wish I was a piece, but never a pawn Oh Sister, I don't mean you no harm Oh Sister, I don'
need for lookin better Like a glass of armmeretter Got a lil Vendetta Then bring out The heavy metel Pull up on that trigger Like I'm pulling on These hoes After magic
'll get your pussy wet It's just a freaky note, from me to you At the bottom I signed it Playboy II I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew Like every other
Xmas Flow like Maxi Pad, magic Alad it's just some crazy spark I always had I got sexists beggin me to make me breakfasts Ass in excess make them other
Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond To my mother man, she was that ill man She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin' to me Yo, let me apologize for the other
doin' 'em Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five? Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out! Watch the magic number
happy together Imagine me and you and you and you me no other way for we to be toss the dice eventually snake-eyes spells a tragedy and I release unhappily the magic
out clappin' All you whack niggaz be poppin' shit, y'all niggaz actin' Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen I'm rippin' down shit while y'all other
star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know
will get your pussy wet It's just a freaky note, from me to you At the bottom I signed it Playboy II I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew Like every other
Number One - the only number I can really trust, Dual faceted - these people that I talk to when I must. In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in
of And others just read of Others only read of the love Oh the love that I love, yeah See I'm all about them words Over numbers, unencumbered numbered
BUT I'M STILL IN THERE SLINGIN' PAC IS ROLLIN' IN HIS GRAVE AND MY PENIS PUMP IS CRUMPLIN I CAN'T THINK OF A REAL DIS SO I'm GONNA LIFT FROM OTHERS MY
I know I'll never see your face again C'mon now I've got to be strong now Now everybody's talkin' about this new decade Like you say the magic numbers
