So basically you're like the only person who's not impressed by any of this and I love that
Work-a-holic, I'm a bad one Sitting in front of this computer Couldn't move me with a handgun Us musicians are a sad bunch Half the time I can't remember if I had lunch
(But she knows my heart she knows my heart) She knows my heart (my heart) She knows my heart (my heart...) She knows, knows my, knows my
I understood when you were mad at me I came an hour late but you fled the scene Spanish waiter said "she peace'd around 9:15
(But she knows my heart she knows my heart) She knows my heart (my heart) She knows my heart (my heart...) She knows, knows my, knows my
Before anybodies trunk knocked I was a skinny little Italian With nothing but a jump shot And if I ever got a hot head She would call up Judy Bellion In a hot sec, you bet
(But she knows my heart she knows my heart) She knows my heart (my heart) She knows my heart (my heart...) She knows, knows my, knows my
She's like a song so eclectic And her eyes are like a string section And her legs are like a electric guitar And I'm Hendrix I'm tempted to shred along her frets kid
You get it? Like shred along her frets Like a guitar reference cause her legs... Like I'm basically explaining this right now She's not even gonna be able to follow what's going on And I think, like I said before That's what I like most about her What's wrong with me?
She sees past everything No smoke, no mirrors To see me clearer I think about wedding rings Let me slow down (oh no) Let me slow down (oh no) And if she ever left this home I'd have trouble breathing on my own Now I feel like you need to know You gave wings, gave wings to my soul
Thank you Dilla for your swing and pocket And ridiculous you did, that inspired me And The Roots, you guys go without say
But she knows my heart... My heart... My heart...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
