I wrote to you last night Because I couldn?t sleep My conscience felt the paradox Of law between the sheets When I woke up this mornin' I knew I had
singing nonsense songs In 12 bars to the jaguars, until you'd sense me Your eyes convincing and I would kiss you like a hero in the half-light Dryer sheets
she's all in love with me We took it to the beach then she gave a little speech How she loves the way we grind when we lay between the sheets It's getting
Keith Murray I come rollin' in when I see that low flow Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets
in the play Of your changing traffic lights Coward, slinkin' down the hall To another restless night As we center behind the eight ball As we rock between the sheets
Chorus) [Talib Kweli] The image that we pro-ject is still God Time to reflect but the reflection is hard Like sticking mirrors out between the bars,
grease me [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] The image that we pro-ject is still God Time to reflect but the reflection is hard Like sticking mirrors out between the bars
singing nonsense songs in 12 bars to the jaguars, until you'd sense me Your eyes convincing, and I would kiss you like a hero in the half-light Dryer sheets
12: V.I.C.] I'm as silly as the fellos, I say hello To da girls shoot them with my arrows they turn to jello Between my pillows and sheets I beats and
in the play Of your changing traffic lights Coward-slinking down the hall to another restless night As we center behind the eight ball As we rock between the sheets
Chorus] [Talib Kweli] The image that we pro-ject is still God Time to reflect but the reflection is hard Like sticking mirrors out between the bars,
destroy your rep Lookin for the crews that cause a threat We ain't ballers yet, we ain't passin no moet I'm playin in between the sheets in my jeep
I wrote to you last night Because I couldn?t sleep. My conscience felt the paradox Of law between the sheets. When I woke up this morning I knew I had
grease me (Chorus) [Talib Kweli] The image that we pro-ject is still God Time to reflect but the reflection is hard Like sticking mirrors out between the bars
a white guy Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky Word, and it's no Mister Nice Guy Show you how we slice pies Divided in between the scheme of