Paper Thin

When you say you love me, it doesn't matter

It goes to my head as just chit-chatter

You may think it's egotistical or just worry free

But what you say I take none of it seriously

And even if I did I wouldn't tell you so

I let you pretend to read me, and then you'll know

'Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze

In fact, I despise those who even try

To look into my eyes to see what I am thinking

That dream is over, your yacht is sinking

I tell all of you like I told all of them

What you say to me is just paper thin

(Word... word... yeah, word...)

I'm not the kind of girl that likes to play a man out

To take the money and the gear, and then break the hell out

No, that's not my strategy, it's not that the game I play

I admit I play game but it's not done that way

Truly, when I get involved, I give it my heart

I mean my mind, my soul, my body – I mean every part

But if it doesn't work out, yo, it just doesn't

It wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't

So I treat all of you like I treat all of them

What you say to me is still paper thin

In one ear and right out the other

I heard his mumbo jumbo (Yeah-yeah!)

Lover – I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate

You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this...

(A-hah, a-hah, a-hah...)

Sucker, you missed, I got feelings inside, I know who I am

Don't take it Lyte; is your name Sam?

'Cause if it is, step off, grab your coat and get lost

And wrap a scarf around your throat

And go back and cast the boat and hit the road, Sam

And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

And hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back no more

Now I take precautions when choosing my mate

I do not touch, until the third or fourth date

And then maybe a kiss on the fifth or sixth

Time that we meet, {*kissing sound*} like this

'Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete

And then, maybe I'll let you play with my feet

'Cause you could suck the big toe and play with the middle

It's so simple, unlike a riddle

It's as easy as counting to 1, 2, 3

In other terms, the name: MC Bahamadia

Told you, you, you, and all of you in the back

And in the middle and the front – yup

That's it, "Paper Thin" – word up

Representin' for the '9-6, et cetera

Crazy shout outs to MC Lyte

Bahamadia representing for the ladies

Illadelph style – uh

"Paper Thin," word up

(Aiyyo... hey love...)

(And you don't stop...)

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Get it...

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