Charles Hamilton - I Really f**in' Do Tho lyrics

[Verse 1] She said to caller before the flight takes off Said goodnight takes off her clothes and goes to talk to ghost I know because I slept with her But the s** with her ain't why I mess with her See to me she's like a messenger with the best center It's called a heart, each beat makes her breast bigger I guess she really is living for the next n***a Not to get richer but instead thicker Thick in her skin so she can live through this sh** again She cries tears of overwhelming joy And dies with the laughter of pain in the back of her brain My helpless toy But she's not for recreation heavy pacing From her deadly ways got me praying for our next vacation Rest in patients all I need in this life of sin She's not my girl friend she's a cyber grin [Hook] I could never get over you I never got over you I will never get over you What kind of spell do you got me under I have got to wonder What kind of spell do you got me under Or is it a spell that you got me under this could be love [Verse 2] Pink balloons when I think of you peek-a-boo You cop me a blue beetlejuice lunch box The color of sonic but what need to do Is eat the food called fun chew all crumbs Spit out the remains till it grew awesome Create life when they say my name right Day time play nice weight my options Believe in you or get the shock of my life like Pikachu Just because I'm mellow don't mean you should doubt me Nothing yellow about me got to hell in a Audi Come back in a beetle as a Beetle biggest position All from spitting as a musician And you my mus but you're gone But I doubt this is a powerful song If there was a location where cowards belong Every day I would go to show you how strong I got its been so long [Hook] I could never get over you I never got over you I will never get over you What kind of spell do you got me under I have got to wonder What kind of spell do you got me under Or is it a spell that you got me under this could be love [Verse 3] The prettiest orgre from the city But over the city is the way I knowing I roll in the city roll with me You make me appear sane to this clear stranger World I can hear again the red and white cord is plugged in But I can't find the yellow joint for nothing but I'm bugging This is a love letter so spitting game will end it like PS3 Please let we be set free while the trees get discrete Feels like I didn't sleep for a week Every night that your a** ain't on the phone with me Sheesh I ain't got no damn grief but I'll be damned If happenstance has a chance at a avalanche For we know I'm going to break through the force field Cause the force is real I ain't got to ask of course you feel [Hook] I could never get over you I never got over you I will never get over you What kind of spell do you got me under I have got to wonder What kind of spell do you got me under Or is it a spell that you got me under this could be love