Testo della canzone Paper Thin (MC Lyte), tratta dall'album The Very Best of MC Lyte

Paper Thin - MC Lyte

When you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes to my head as just chit chatter
You may take this egostistical or just or worry free
But what you say I take none of it seriously
And even if I did I wouldn't tell you so
I'd let you pretend to read me

And then you'll know
Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze
In fact I despize those who even try
To look into my eyes to see what I am thinking

That dream is over, ya yacht is sinking
And I tell all of you like I told all of them
What you say to me is just paper thin, word

I'm not the kind of girl to try to play a man out
I take the money and the gear and then break the hell out
No thats not my strategy, not 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
And what you say to me is still paper thin

In one ear and right out the other
Hurt is mumbo jumbo (eeeish) 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 put feelings aside I know who I am
My name is Lyte is your name Sam?

Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost
Wrap your scarf around your throat
And go back and catch a rope
And hit the road Sam, don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Sam, don't you come back no more

So now I take precaution when choosing my mate
I do not touch until the third or fourth date
Then maybe we'll kiss on the fifth or sixth
Time that we meet (mmmuaah) kiss

Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete
And then maybe I'll let you play with my feet
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, letters l-y-t-e
I'll tell you, you, you and all of you
In the back and in the middle in the front

Yo, that's it paper thin word up
Lyte checkin out
Two dedication to my dj k-rock in the place to be
(That's right, that's right, that's his name, k-rock)

Yeah
Word
That dream is over, your yacht is sinking
Word

What
Word
Yo, yo
It wasn't meant to be yo, it just wasn't

Issue
Uh huh, hahaha
Yeah
Yeah

Hit the road Sam, don't ya come back
No more, no more, no more
Hit the road Sam
Don't you come back no more

Uh huh
Word
Yeah
Like that

Maybe
Big toe and play with the middle
Unlike a riddle
Three, me, you

Like that
Toe
Yo, dedication
K-rock in the place



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Writer(s): Lana Moorer, Freddie Harper Byrd
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