What Can I Tell You

What more can I say? Not much.
Uhuh, yup, I got a crush
Skate to the studio, lay the track
Put it in a riff and play it back
Solo the high hat, hit the snare
Back with the kick, yep gettin' there
What more can I write on a beat
To show you that I'm real, concrete
Smooth as a baby, cold as ice
Girl you crazy, it's cold at night
Rockin' the skirt, it's only right
I can feel goose bumps when I hold you tight
It cant be wrong cause I know it's right
Drop the beat, solo the mic
What can I tell you, what can I tell you
Now what can I tell you
That I haven't already said
What can I tell you
That I haven't already said
What more can I do pretty lady
To express myself, I'm going crazy
Stupid is as stupid does
That's okay, I'm doing it 'cause
The thrill of victory hits me
The agony of defeat lets me
Know that I'm only human
Nothing's better than some oldies music, so
What more can I have on this track
To make you feel at home when I rap?
I miss you girlie, and we never met
It's still early and my head is set
I'm barely drunk and I'm watching you
In the back, in the club, talking to a dude
Homeboy's drunk and he's spittin game
And I can tell from here that the prick's a lame
What can I tell you
That I haven't already said
What can I tell you
That I haven't already said