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Girl you're buggin' me Sure enough you're always busy pushin' me You don't want to treat me like that Waited patiently Yet still your playin' every
Calls at 3 am And stands you up again She has ten thousand friends It's just the way she is Never waits in line Never has the time But she makes
Well I'm hearing the voice inside my head again It's just like the time, and the time before that Well I let it go and I should have known When you
I like to party, I like to cruise I only like it when I'm feelin' kinda bruised My mind is dirty when I'm in love No doubt about it girl, I love it
You like to play with yourself Don't wanna share your toys Now they sit on the shelf You're hangin' with the boys Dirty girl on your own Your momma
I feel like something's going down Too many things that I can frown upon And I don't, like to feel that way You say don't walk before you crawl Don
One little mistake Leads to one big problem Slipped out of my hands Everything that I've ever wanted Maybe it's karma Maybe it's just bad timing How
No one makes me smile Laugh or even cry The way that you do So tell me that there's others And tell me no more lies 'Cause baby I will be true
Yesterday I couldn't say this Yesterday I would have said yes I'm happy you've changed your mind It's all about me this time Yesterday I wouldn't let
Seems only yesterday When you put your faith away And you slammed the door and locked your heart away now Everything you trusted in Everything you
I love it when the light reflects on your beautiful brown eyes But lately when we fight it leaves me so messed up inside I know your every movement,
I've been thinking about you And I don't like it I've been walking around here Far too long I don't want to be wrong But I don't know I don't want
Ask me the question You might not get the answer you wanna hear You can predict my fortune I will go where I want to, but not for you, my dear Chorus
for good Inspector Mills is it any crime for a fool like me Try to use your time 'cause I wanna see; you just send me the bill Inspector Mills, Inspector Mills
I met a boy called frank mills On september twelfth right here In front of waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend
F/ faith evans [dmx] I know that my savior lives And at the end, he will stand on this earth My flesh may be destroyed, yet from this body, I will see