Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): David Blake, K Crouch
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Nothin' but the best from the best
You feel me? Hear me
This is dedicated to that special someone
You know who you are and you never gave me a chance
I used to watch you walk to class, fine as can be
While I'm standin' here with K.K. and D
And I did a little bit of everythin' just to get your attention
But I knew you had no eyes for me
I used to get up, sharpen my pencil for nothin'
You watch me watch you rollin' your eyes and you still was bumpin'
So when test time came I was all in yours
With no bubbles on my papers just some low ass scores
I guess you can call it puppy love I was a scrub
Havin' fantasies of me and you up in my tub
Makin' love in the soapy water, havin' my daughter
But I knew you liked them baller dudes and I didn't have a quarter
I admit on the rainy days, it was sad
'Cause it wasn't about who you was but what you had
Now I'm doing swell, baby and you know it's true
Back when you had a chance you should've let me breath on you
Sittin' in my room, thinkin' 'bout u
Reminiscin' on the kinky little things we didn't do
I said, I'm sitting in my room thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
I'm sittin' in my room, thinkin' 'bout u
Reminiscin' on the kinky little things we didn't do
I said, I'm sitting in my room thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
Now I called you on the telephone, "Baby, it's David"
The last you gave a chance is the first to save it
And I'm just tryin' to hook us up for another session
Because I haven't learned my lesson
Plus I got positions never endin'
Now I'm descendin' down into your valley, baby, work your tendons
Doin' what I do to make you do what you did
To make me come so hard that we almost had a kid
Platinum that's how I describe your thigh
Tell me how come your so young doin' shit that fly
You must have came from the school of hard knocks
Now whenever it's time for fun
You got me blowin' up your pager with 911's
Now show me a little affection
But hurry up before I lose my erection
Sittin' in my room, thinkin' 'bout u
Reminiscin' on the kinky little things we used to do
I said, I'm sitting in my room thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
I said, I'm sittin' in my room, thinkin' 'bout u
Reminiscin' on the kinky little things we used to do
I said, I'm sitting in my room thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
Check it out
And now I'm sittin in my spa thinkin' 'bout u
And you, baby doll, don't even have a clue
I'm just sittin' in my spa thinkin', thinkin' 'bout u
I said I'm sittin' in my spa thinkin' 'bout u
And I'm doin' rather swell in heaven, yeah, it's true
I'm just sittin' in my spa thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
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