The Word

Duration

4:28

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

You're the kind of girl that i've seen on the cover of a magazine, You're the kind of girl that makes me think about all the possibilities Give you a black colored benz, white picket fence, Mans best friend and me, Give you a house on the hills, all of the thrills, make this a reality for you and me. I dunno if you heard, but baby girl Sloflo's the word, im trying to holla for a minute, so do what feels right and get get with it. And sorry I dont mean to studder, it wasnt easy to approach you but I told myself that I gotta, Get you by my side, windows down tops down, shades up, lets ride.. into the sun time reserved, dont disturb uno a uno, one on one, I make you smile like youre supposed to, I even have you grinning when you thinking how I want you, and baby girl everythings ok, lets make the most of today, this might be the only chance I get to have you off of that page...damn! I like what you wearing, I hope you dont mind if im starting, you're quite a sight for sore eyes, you got the whole package lows, mids and the highs, And it dont go to your head, your looks as classic as the novels that ive never read, cus I aint into reading lines, you should know by now that im into sipittin rhymes, Now we holding hands, visualizing cloud formations conversation bout far away lands, and it goes by too fast, so im taking things slo hoping time will let it last, so feel free to let me know wherever it is that you wanna go, Cus youre too good to be true im sure tomorrow ill awake with no trace of you..