Texty:
7 Seconds Of Love

much paper I ain't got enough space you call that girl 7 'cause she finna get 8 If you call her at 7 then probably gettin' ate Tomorrow call her at 7

remember ?to relearn love (to relearn love) (show me again) (to relearn love) Relearn my love (teach me all over, all over) Show me, show me to relearn my love (to relearn my love

for you, you (so horny, so horny) Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me Let's talk about bubbles in the tub, let's talk about makin' love

-eyed bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7

score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down Pound to echo loud, bout 7

lies in your eyes Could it be that you tried But I didn't see the sunset pass me bye When you were making love to me Said it three times, you said "You love

she went from the ghetto streets To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds

what you expected Hectic get nekkid and do it backstage after you all exit Elected prom queen on the strength of my last record About three minutes start countin back seconds

the beat the jets and the producers some condolance flowers time in incriments of money not in seconds or hours no matter what you do to do is gon come second