Crib Lyrics - Singles - Phil Ber

[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 class...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 class 

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] 

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