Phil Ber - Crib lyrics

[Verse] wake-wakin' up, in a lonely bed bombs blowin' up {sh*t it's the phone} up in, in my head pick up the phone {hello?} it's those dulcet tones telling lies masked as gold it's another night you ain't home you've eaten this apple right down to the core nibbled inside ain't got the taste for it no more so while you cruise in the Benz I've called 'round my friends we'll break out the Dom throw your sh*t on the lawn and celebrate as the rain's pouring down [Chorus] baby, I've got cla**...manners smooth as Ella so give me the respect...you'd be giving Oprah when you have integrity...sing it Mary J I'll show you beauty...eyes poppin' like it's Beyonce got to keep it in the crib...baby, I've got cla** got to keep it in the crib...so give me respect got to keep it in the crib...you need integrity got to keep it in the crib... to have inner beauty there are only a few words you got to learn when its not in the crib you'll be out on the curb [Verse] stop banging on, on my front door got kryptonite can't hypnotise me no more you think that love that love is a sport with the games you play dribbling on any old court there's not gonna be any goodbyes and cryin' do you see the tears the mascara ain't runnin when you're all alone please remember oh so fondly of how much you loved me I gave you a taste of heaven you'll be craving it always ... [Chorus] ... [Bridge] gotta open up and talk it out but if you can't tell it straight then I'll be walking on out gotta love myself first not place second in your world no consolation prize can cover up all the hurt got the mink coats and the mansion home and your on the curb stuck on your own [Chorus] ...