Текст Ghetts – Still Singing

Ghetts:
Where’s all of my real women?
Tune’s nearly a year old but I’m still singing
Me, fresh prince, I’ll Will Smith ’em

Ever since sing for me
The wifey’s been to into me
She thinks I’ve fucked half of the industry
Now I know how difficult things can be
Because if I be in a stu’s, with a singer in a booth
And that’s my misses in a mood
Pissed off, sitting in a room
And she ain’t never gonna listen to the tune
But it’s my fault
I should’ve thought first
But I never thought words can leave a girl’s mine warped
Now I’m trying to get her back with the right talk
Or the right song
But the feeling ain’t mutual
So, it’s like, force
I’ve been kicked to the curb
Now I feel like I’m part of the sidewalk

Mercston:
I’m that ?, we could have a party
One smile and I got ’em like
Flyboy, so, I tip past the roof
I’ve been working hard, so, I look kinda

I got a wife that’s worth more than money
She ain’t for sale, and I ain’t for real
I suppose she glows even when it ain’t sunny

I’m that ?, we could have a party
One smile and I got ’em like
Flyboy, so, I tip past the roof
I’ve been working hard, so, I look kinda

Ghetts:
Where’s all of my real women?
Tune’s nearly a year old but I’m still singing
Me, fresh prince, I’ll Will Smith ’em
Deal or no deal, I can deal with them

If she’s got a voice then
I might be the reason she leaves her boyfriend
I wanna see her and I don’t need an appointment
Like me, mum say to avoid them
I know it’s old news but in the ?
You was talking about a nigga like me
Yeah, it’s so true
A nigga might bang and a nigga might leave
I call it so soon
In a rush, in a hurry
In a month, don’t worry
I’ll be back like Arnold said
But don’t hold your breath, it’d be arson for death