Topaz Jones – Black Tame Lyrics

Black Tame Lyrics – Topaz Jones

I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the other girls

Ugh,
What else did you expect me to do?
Something special in them jeans, they be stretching the truth
She put a pep in the step of the Pepé Le Pew’s
And had the reverend sweatin, half the choir leapt from the pew
Ugh, if you bring her home to momma bet she’ll never approve
Plus she love to ask about the one who you been exclusive with
Cross her, that could be the nail in your crucifix
I hear the tick-tocking now, time to lock it down
Your homies sayin “Don’t commit, nigga shop around”
Birds flock around
We flirt a bit, but soon as I find time for us to kick it then I’m Charlie Brown (ugh)
And what’s the cause of it?
If it’s a fatal attraction, what’s the laws of it?
I really need the attention, give me all of it
I flick it up for the freaks, I bet they all love it (yeah)

I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the other girls

I used to say when I get older I’d have all the hoes
But my momma raised me right so I don’t call them hoes
I mean I call them, but it’s just on some platonic shit (my homegirl)
At least until the chronic lit, gin and tonic mix (yeah)
You ain’t the man unless you got a chick for every occasion
Milkshake from Mcdonalds thick or skinny and basic
And subtracting an ex never in the equation
No better than cavemen
Had me trippin’ tryna step with Temptations
But I could have two left feet and no rhythm
If she did give a sec to me, it’s no kiddin’
Could tell it in her eyes
Need umbrellas for her cries
She been telling little lies
The size of Nicole Kidman
And I have too,
Do whatever for that whoop, whoop, whoop
They boohooing while I boo who you?
Need something new
yeah, need something new…
(And the church said amen)

I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the other girls

I really wanna be your lover
I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the other girls
I, really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind, I’m thinkin’ about the other girls

Found a fast track for paper, she made of plastic
Now an hour-glass, her shape lookin’ elastic
Not an hour pass without the shouts and harassment
Got a lot of followers hollering for a pic, or at least an @ to acknowledge them (ugh)
Teach a college course on her collagen, got endorsements and sponsors
And they promising a bag at her doorstep for the promo
It’s like her big old Rihanna forehead is a logo
But so goes the saga,
If she can make more than her momma
While walking in them clunky Balenciagas
Who am I to judge it? (Ugh)
These rapper’s trickin till they outta budget
Just to get attention when they out in public
This what it come with
How you love it?
Or how you love anyone in particular when they coming in hundreds?
We was raised to be the hunters
And providers for our mothers if our fathers didn’t love us
Our sisters who get the brunt of it
Run through bitches just for the fun of it (ugh, yeah)
At one point you had enough of it?
Settle down, you know the husband bit (ah, yeah)
This the culture I was accustomed with
We tried adjusting but we couldn’t get the cuffs to fit
And she be quick to fistacuffs when we discussing it
Keep it a stack wit ya, brick by brick
We’ll build the trust again

Oh Janice, she said
You have a rich man’s family
She said “you got the boy first, and the girl second” (laughs)
They wanted that boy to carry on the family name
And then what was so amazing, then my son had a son
And my daughter had a daughter…

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