Respect you like a lover
Oh, oh, oh, oh
See, we're good music, we got that sure thing
And when I say sure thing,
I mean the best of everything
So you could either walk with them or fly with us
Who bet that never got us wet?
Yeah
If you want cash, I'll be the rubber band
You be the match, I will be your fuse
Boom, painter baby, you could be the mute
I'm the reporter baby, you could be the new
Cause you're the cigarette,
and I'm the smoker We raise the betta,
cause you're the joker
Chipped off,
you are the chalk And I could be the blackboard,
you can be
the talk And I can be the one, yeah
Even when the sky comes falling Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I Put your pretty little hand in mine
Even when we're down to the wire,
baby Even when the good war dies
We could do it,
baby,
slip on a dime Cause this love is a sure thing
You could bet that never got us wet,
yeah You could bet that never got us wet,
yeah
You could bet that never got us wet,
yeah You could bet that never got us wet,
yeah
I be the fire,
baby,
if I'm the blunt I be the lighter,
baby,
fire it up
Writer baby,
you could be the quote From the lyric,
baby,
you could be the note
The report that's ain't on the center Pies on the worm,
and it's you we're here to do
To serve that paper,
baby,
I be the pen Say I am the one,
cause you are intent
Really not pretending Even when the sky comes falling
Even when the sun don't shine I got faith in you and I
She my sure thing,
my second only pure thing It's like
heaven when I'm untying them drawstrings
See I'm drawn to her,
course in carriage like Daydreaming
got me thinking what is marriage like
She like Terrence Wright,
I'm booking Paris flights The Hermes H-Bangles that I heard
you like Say the words and it's there You put up with the
rumors and they blog what you wear His and her everything,
charge for the pair Couldn't let you cluster
when I'm all solitaires Share and share alike,
I never fear the price Top of my game,
hoping you ain't scared of heights Roll of dice,
you can bet that,
never got us wet that Pony hair,
Louboutins,
let you pet that Ferrari engine like the truck
got a jet pack,
looking pretty on my arms with you best at push