Christi Warner - The Rhythm Of Love lyrics

I'm not tryna? (ooh) be superstitious I'm not asking for a mystical civil society, That would just be too? Ooh hoe hoe hoe factitious And I ain't dropin just another cliché Wits say someone's gotta start this discourse And if you wanna pa** hey yeah yeah this course Facts don't rest with Adam and Eve Just leave the past or you'll be deceived The mission today? today, today? is to fight for equality In actuality that means quality action? quality action That's if you fancy a true connection We gotta set the table and go full course I promise you won't dose? oh no no no Curiosity's got you going louse on my noise Cause this time I spit what's stored in your heart I must be hinting on silence Compared to violence? Silence is just as crude Dude I could lie but I promised to set the mood (set the mood, yeah-yeah set the mood. Oh-oh) On the rhythm of love The rhythm of love The rhythm of love The rhythm of love When you see quiet waters Hey, yeah yeah yeah na na It could be that deep down underground Where the sound is bona fide (Trouble's winning an award for destruction? yeah yeah) Couples in correlation making promises but no action Empty words sounding smooth Like African Boy's versus (yeah yeah yeah) Silent love portrayed in purple blue stains She's in chains, but she's deceived And she believes (oh) that she's weak Solitude scares her more (scares her more) And so she stays in shackles Making you and I (ooh na na na na) believe that those are j**els of love Dream on if you believe? dream on? (na na na na ooh dream on, dream on) Talk about shackles, (fetters they be hidden too) Sisters wanna play (mould the clay) See how we play our artistic flavour on brothers She can't find Mr. Right No no no no no But she sure knows how to choose him right She's got the craft to make him spot on Her favourite game? (To put the puppet show on) And if he doesn't wanna bend She won't say nothing but give him the look on And he will say nothing? nothing -, but repent With Dolce & Gabbana maybe Versace, Gucci, (Truworths if you're local), Come on girls? yeah, yeah, yeah ye ye ye? the truth must be vocal If he ain't got the loot, some chocolate will do And when she's stout and loud, He'll have reason to leave or deceive this boat? na na na na na See I got food for thought, I'm a word kleptomaniac Lord, let this soul sister spill some facts Let me spill it, let me, let me, le me, le me, le me spill it The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of love The rhythm of love Name brands? ooh, ooh, na na? and papers Make life a game of traps Penda knows he's game is lame lame, lame But seeks his fame. He's ready for clubbin, He's got his gear on. Stay clear cause The plan is to dunk some girls, He made some bills now He's revolutionized Fellies for Timbo's He's the star in his own music video, Jacob the j**eller's asleep on his arm Been off duty since he nicked it off some tourist It sure is big enough to charm, No one will notice? na na na na na na ooh? the battery's on strike Ooh, he's not sad, check out his mouth's Going on platinum. Enough to make The girls go frozen See how some brother's be trappin you You're hooked like a fly to a piece of stake Oh, She's going on a date? She think it's fate And so she's late? He's gone out the gate He ain't coming back, his heart is black The game is on; he's got another fool for lovin Maybe another bun in the oven Will she sue? What's the use, He ain't got no money honey Ooh, na na na na na na She had no clue. And she's so blue. Oh, now she's blue Show the other side of the coin, Hey yeah yeah yeah It's only fair? Come on girls, (the truth must be vocal) be vocal, be vocal Hey yeah yeah yeah She got burnt? burnt, burnt, Cause she thought She could get this fake millionaire trapped? trapped, trapped But he ain't got no money, honey She had no clue and she's so blue See I got food for thought, I'm a word kleptomaniac A brainy act that knows when to stop Might just find myself on the Wrong side? of the sword Lord, lord, save me? save me!? if this precision causes a riot, A riot, a riot, a riot, Amen. Rhythm of, rhythm of, love Rhythm of, rhythm of, love You know it, You know this rhythm You know it Written by: Christi Warner (2008) © Afrochica Entertainment