歌词
The things I'd do to get a good night's sleep
It won't add up to things that you'd say to me
So I'd try every night to clear things out my head
If it doesn't work, I'd blame it— (Why not?)
Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock
(Ooh) I can make your bed rock
(Ooh) I can make your bed rock, girl
(Ooh) I can make your bed rock
(Ooh) I can make your— (Shut up!)
If our love is tragedy
Why are you my remedy?
If our love's in—
D-D-Dropped out, I was seventeen
Wastin' all my money, mixing dope and LSD
Man, mama said, "Don't get ahead of me"
But I don't wanna finish college, I got hella dreams
Well, I don't know what's gotten into me
Ever since I stopped pretendin', it was history
Dropped out, I was seventeen
Now I've got more freedom than I've ever seen
When I walk down the hallways
They love to talk 'bout me
Somethings off, and I'm falling
Away from my keep
And you should know I got through
By the skin of my teeth
Bro, I can't take it
This aching on me
When I walk down the hallways
They love to talk 'bout me
Somethings off, and I'm falling
Away from my keep
And you should know I got through
By the skin of my teeth
Bro, I can't take it- take it