Race

Intro: Verse: Sweet sweet hold you gently have over me me with your eyes and lips like sweet honey Too bad I'm not as sweet as her honey tastes Cause the average girl simply won that race That race you kept on giving me Left me hanging wanting more till you broke free Bet shes sweet but not as sweet as I could've been girls like her come and go like the boring wind But I'm the type that stays with your heart and my heart in many different ways I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night sorry if that isn't good enough confusion has become a little rough and I'll be on you like the clothes you wear and run my fingers through your curled gelled hair but for now ill let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home Verse: Hands so purple, from the knuckle aches, it's 'cause they, create fragile hearts to break. But a player, will soon see that his karma goes bad, when the girl that he wants, stabs him in the back But I'm the type that stays with your heart and my heart in many different ways I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night sorry if that isn't good enough confusion has become a little rough and I'll be on you like the clothes you wear and run my fingers through your curled gelled hair but for now ill let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home