(Right back here in my arms) (Right, right) Right back in my arms (Right back here in my arms) Right back, right back Right back here in my arms (Right) (Right back
you right back here in my arms Oh baby, right back here in my arms (Right, right) Right back in my arms Right back, right back Right back here in my arms (Right
Traduzione: Prince. Right Back Here In My Arms.
background of intro/chorus] Words come directly from wisdom 9th Prince is here to come save... come save... [Intro: 9th Prince] It's time right here
These days what?s left of me ain?t no Prince Charming And my Cinderella feels like she stayed at the dance too long We ain?t got much but what we got
blue, hey my baby, don't you know our love is true, I've been so far from here, far from your loving arms, now I'm back again, and baby it's going to
laced him Yo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his life Take care my seed and my wife Make sure she's feeding him right True indeed black I got your back
the water all the way on Hi, my name is, Mystikal I handle my business, deliver my lyrics ever since I hit the door When I come around in this muthafucka your arms
Here I go here I go [Mystikal] Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap Bring it louder if you coming to rap Your arms to short
niggas love this shit right here Uh, come on, my real niggas gon' love this shit right here Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My real niggas gonna love this shit
4] My team be strong, we live right or wrong death come calm, sweet wit a charm As I speak from the throne in my temple My samurai sword made of metal
stop though They riding my jock so hard I'm thinking my nads getting scarred You walk through the door Get right to the floor Cause that's what you came here
These days what's left of me Ain't no prince charming And my Cinderella feels like She stayed at the dance too long We ain't got much But what we got
water all the way on Hi, my name is, Mystikal I handle my business, deliver my lyrics ever since I hit the door When I come around in this muthafucka your arms
The weary creak of my bones Exhausted voice and deathly tones Arms of lead, skin drawn tight No long a princely sight Face is gaunt, pale and thin Bent