Something About Her - Stephen Sanchez

Uh, yeah Uh-huh, come on I'm conceited, I got a reason Look, it's R to the eazy Yes See, this ain't nothin' that you used to Out of the ordinary, unusual You gotta have the mind state like "I'm so great" And can't nobody do it like you do Miraculous, phenomenal And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you Show no love, 'cause you wassup Look at yourself in the mirror, like "what the fuck?" Damn, I look good And can't nobody freak it like I could Yeah, okay, I got a little fat, but My shorty told me that he like it like that, shit I'm happy (I'm happy), another me there never can be See, I'm so outstanding Don't care if they can't stand me I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearing this You know, I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look way too good to be driving that And I look too good to be buying that You know, I look way too good to be trying that I'm conceited, I got a reason Now, who's that peaking in my window? Nobody, 'cause I live in a penthouse Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm sexy And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see This kid that I'm waiting on He said he loves when my jeans look painted on With a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me Probably why I'm always getting hated on Now shorty tryna push up on me like a Wonderbra Listen, when I speak out, I wouldn't want you take it wrong Now number one, I don't need you Your name's Q, I only see "u" when I see you Listen, two, you can never play me (Why's that? And why's that?) 'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady Three is all about me, I don't want to talk about it If you'd like to hear it, here it go, I wrote a song about it See, I look too good to be fucking you And I look too good to be loving you You know, I look way too good to be stuck with you I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look too good to be getting whipped And I look too good to be having kids You know, I look way too good to be in the crib I'm conceited, I got a reason Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, I don't what I'm doing I can't stop, my body from moving I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music He's watching me and he's 'bout to lose it I'm droppin' it hotter than the drop it like it's hot "Face down, ass up," on some Luke shit I'm out of control with it Dip it low, pick it up slow, poke it out, now roll wit' it My thong showin' but it's cool, my shoes go wit' it Now all I need is a room wit' a pole in it See, I look good and I'm knowin' it And I was never too proud to be showin' it See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearing this You know, I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look way too good to be driving that And I look too good to be buying that You know, I look way too good to be trying that I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look too good to be fucking you And I look too good to be loving you You know I look way too good to stuck with you I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look too good to be gettin' with And I look to be having kids You know, I look way too good to be in the crib I'm conceited, I got a reason

How you ain't say you was movin' forward? Honesty hurts when you're gettin' older I gotta say I'll miss the way you need me, yeah Why you ain't say you was gettin' bored? Why you ain't say I was fallin' short? How you lead me out so far away? How could it be? 20 something, all alone still Not a thing in my name Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love Only know fear That's me, Ms. 20 Something Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love Wish you were here, oh Stuck in them 20 somethings, stuck in them 20 somethings Good luck on them 20 somethings, good luck on them 20 somethings But God bless these 20 somethings (God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh) Hopin' my 20 somethings won't end Hopin' to keep the rest of my friends Prayin' the 20 somethings don't kill me, don't kill me Weird, took us so long to separate I feel, it's permanent like a riptide, this time Waves crashing fast, I try Think of the past, please stay How could it be? How could it be? 20 something, all alone still Not a phone in my name Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love Only know fear That's me, Ms. 20 Something Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love Wish you were here, oh Stuck in them 20 somethings, stuck in them 20 somethings Good luck on them 20 somethings, good luck on them 20 somethings But God bless these 20 somethings (God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh) Hopin' my 20 somethings won't end Hopin' to keep the rest of my friends Prayin' the 20 somethings don't kill me, kill me God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh And if it's an illusion, I don't want to wake up I'm gonna hang on to it Because the alternative is an abyss, is just a hole, a darkness, a nothingness Who wants that? You know? So that's what I think about CTRL, and that's my story And I'm sticking to it That was beautiful mommy, that was perfect

Something wrong something right something missing Something black something light something different Don't you ever feel you need to speak to me that way Something black something light something different Something wrong something right something missing Don't you ever feel you need to speak to me that way All this noise in my head bringing through a nickelling Simple things just take too long long long It's not like I am not listening but you just keep on flipping in Maybe one day I'll be gone gone gone Something wrong something right something missing Something black something light something different Don't you ever feel you need to speak to me that way Something black something light something different Something wrong something right something missing Don't you ever feel you need to speak to me that way To me that way Try to leave the past behind me But you just keep reminding me And threw it in my face so wrong wrong wrong I try to see things your way but something changes everything And every question way too long long long Something wrong something right something missing Something black something light something different Don't you ever feel you need to speak to me that way Something black something light something different Something wrong something right something missing Don't you even feel you need to speak to me that way To me that way To me that way I'll be missing yesterday taking me so far away Far where I belong, yeah, taking me someone I never known Something wrong something right something missing Something black something light something different Don't you ever feel you need to speak to me that way Something black something light something different Something wrong something right something missing Don't you ever feel you need to speak to me that way To me that way To me that way

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour