Testi:
Cake Open Book

write them all again. You think she's an open book, But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? You think she's an open book, But you don't know

write them all again. You think she's an open book, But you don't know which page to turn to, do you? You think she's an open book, But you don't know

evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real You rather bet'cha life than face me I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than

at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open

maintain Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper

I know I got her shook Oh baby take it from me Baby like a crook I've been reading you Like an open book [Bridge: The-Dream] Sing it to me now Purse,

study every inch about you Fast math measuring what you amount to The laughter, the screams! The numeral, the song of Psalms The book of dreams! Ends

start But something always got in the way We've been sitting in your backyard for hours But she won't even come out and say hi While my mother baked a little cake

school Fuck school, 'cause me didn't have no school clothes I had to go, hook up, a book up, now I'm a crook up On the late night posted, slangin' cakes