Thousand Foot Krutch - Supafly Lyrics
We smashing, thousand be the head ofthe class 'n' rollin thru ya party with thestereo blastin' we creepin' it's bin'seven since last weekend, everybody inthe club freekin' and in the corner, I cansee ya standin' there, black jacket 'n'long hair we've been exchanging stares,'n' I know ya, 'n' what'cha thinkin' yeahright, wearin' ya clothes air-tight at theclub every night 'n', don't'cha knowthat brothers don't like the girls, that beinto the guys that be tellin them lies 'n'listen here hun, life's more than this, yatryin to tell me that'cha never get boredof this?,Yo, check this who you eye'in up for yaset list, frontin' with ya fake gold neck-lace, not respected, 'n' yet ya wonderin'why, seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soonas ya spotted the $, girl what's next?who you hittin' up for the rolex? broth-ers need to clear their specs, boyya gettin' gamed on, thinkin' she lovesyou 'n' all that, need to get it all back,move on 'n' step off that, she's thewrong type, but same goes for females,cuz' guys be spittin' lies, not telling thedetails, in the fine print, baby girl, don'tsweat it, cuz one of these days you'llregret it, and yo, the moral of the storyis, dogs and cats are notorious, for get-tin' funny around cash money, so lessonlearned, 'n' ya playin' with fire getburned, respect yourself, peace, kid hopeya learned(CHORUS)You think ya somethin' more ya sosupafly, blind to the fact you're blind, you'reso empty inside, it's hard for me to getthis thru to you, blind to the fact yablind, baby, blind, baby, (x2)Well it's the Sundance Kid, yo the rapvillain, man for real and, peeps catchin'feelin's of the lyrical caps that I'm peel-ing, makin' noise y'all, me 'n' my krutchboys y'all, stand tall, cuz yo we ain'tnever gonna fall, man forget that, yo,we'll keep constantly comin' right back,like CHRIST when he rose on the thirdstrikin' ya nerves take ya down, down,like Titanic to icebergs, if ya messin'with a girl for her curves, and yo, yamight be, you think ya somethin highand mighty, might be that you be frontin,most likely, no doubt, money be singin'the same song, respect yourself hun, it'sthe 34th PsalmAnd sometimes I feel, so unbreakable,I'm so forsakeable, I'm shattered, andthings aren't as they seem, they're so inbetween, they're so make believe, thatit's un-real, and wake me up whenthings are better, cuz I can't take muchmore of this and take these rags, butleave my comfortable sweater, and leaveme alone, then leave me alone, alone,alone, a-lone(chorus) (x2)
