| Promise you won't sleep tonight |
| Probably not the best thing for you |
| Show me what you really like |
| Mama, let me taste your aura |
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| We know good things come in phases |
| With a little bit of love and patience |
| Doing donuts, spinning my mind out |
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| You send me 'round in circles |
| Tornado, tornado |
| Tornado, tornado |
| Tornado, tornado |
| You send me 'round in circles |
| Tornado, tornado |
| Tornado, tornado |
| Tornado, tornado |
| I don't mean for her you |
| Tornado, tornado |
| And never for will |
| Tornado, tornado |
| Tornado, tornado |
| Tornado, tornado |
| And never for will |
| Tornado, tornado |
| And never for will |
| Tornado, tornado |
| And never for will |
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| I need a nigga with a job |
| Eclectic hoes |
| I need a nigga wtih a house |
| Eclectic hoes |
| I need a nigga with a car |
| Eclectic hoes, eclectic hoes |
| Duh, stupid |
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| Ooh, shit |
| Look what the wind brought in |
| Looks like the universe brought me a new bitch just to get under my skin |
| But I dig it, baby |
| I'm equipped to know your filter got no limit, baby |
| Just watch your lips, lady |
| Over here we do not do crazy on my mama's baby |
| Just whoosh, whoosh, whoosh |
| Go ahead, shake your ass like you got something to prove |
| I know damn well I do |
| So I'ma do my part to make sure you have a clue that I'm not no fool |
| But, goddamn, I might be one for you |
| Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh |
| And as I'm being frank and I watch this tornado go around my room |
| I can't help but think that true love has been my muse |
| Just to get through |
| All the things you said you won't do |
| Damn, bitch, I wish you had a clue |
| That, Dorthy, you are not in Kansas anymore |
| That imagination you got can walk right out my door |
| Into the yellow brick road that was made for whores |
| It rains, it pours when the hard head bitch is yours |
| Oh, it's hard |
| And fuckin' with you really has me scarred |
| Within my heart |
| I feel the beat of life when I play my part |
| So when you never cut the rhythm, it was not real smart |
| For me to stick around thinking we could wish on stars |
| Most the days, I really wondered who were are |
| And some days, our love wasn't up to par |
| But then we beat the feelin' up every time we spar |
| When you got that new nigga, it was in my heart |
| To tell my brain he's been around and not really far |
| You was my tornado that always came by morning |
| God knew He made you, but He still ain't send no warning |
| And now you just memories, but now I can't sit in peace |
| So now I just sit and think |
| Let my head go |
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| Spin spin, spin spin |
| If we fuck, is we back again? |
| Spin spin, spin spin |
| When do my situations get to win? |
| Spin spin, spin spin |
| I want real love when I love again |
| So I spin spin, spin spin |
| On myself this time to get right within |
| Whoosh |
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