If she don't love me, what can I do?
Just put on my best pair of shoes
Because I, I'm me
Because she said, "He's the one. That Thriller charm"
Honey that's "
I just want to know
What's wrong with me?
Being in love with you
9th grade had the jingles off the swaggy rainbow jacket
Boss bling-glow, Bronx's only Django
Snap, he a garbage stuffer
That's where my props go
That's where my props went
See my percentage is a pennant to the planet
Knock it out the ball park, Frankie
I should not tie this tie
To a better love, let the wings spread
It'll always come back, baby
Come back, shellac black, baby
A come back, flat black paint on a Chevy
If she don't love me, what can I do?
Just put on my best pair of shoes
Because I'm me
Because I, I'm me
Because I, I'm me
Because I'm me, I'm me
Never mind my tone when I told Pretty Tony
Listen to my tone, you ain't catchin' you a Tony
Award-winning walk when you running with a shottie
Why you running from us?
Why you messing with us?
We ain't got no guns, we just let the bears witness
The Grizzly, maybe Polar
You ain't ready, you ain't ready 'ready rolled up
Pulling a machete, cut the bamboo paper
And let's roll out baby
(roll out, Frankie)
The way I hear the lyrics to this song:
If she don't love me, what can I do? Just put on my best pair of shoes Because I, I'm me Because she said, "He's the one. That Thriller charm" Honey that's " I just want to know What's wrong with me? Being in love with you
9th grade had the jingles off the swaggy rainbow jacket Boss bling-glow, Bronx's only Django Snap, he a garbage stuffer That's where my props go That's where my props went See my percentage is a pennant to the planet Knock it out the ball park, Frankie I should not tie this tie To a better love, let the wings spread It'll always come back, baby Come back, shellac black, baby A come back, flat black paint on a Chevy
If she don't love me, what can I do? Just put on my best pair of shoes Because I'm me Because I, I'm me Because I, I'm me Because I'm me, I'm me
Never mind my tone when I told Pretty Tony Listen to my tone, you ain't catchin' you a Tony Award-winning walk when you running with a shottie Why you running from us? Why you messing with us? We ain't got no guns, we just let the bears witness The Grizzly, maybe Polar You ain't ready, you ain't ready 'ready rolled up Pulling a machete, cut the bamboo paper And let's roll out baby (roll out, Frankie)
I just want to know What's wrong with me?