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Artist: CunninLynguists f/ Tonedeff
Album:  Oneirology
Song:   Enemies With Benefits
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[Intro: DJ FlipFlop cuts and scratches]
"Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly" <- Esoteric {2X}
"You hate me or you love me, trust me"
"We can make the scene turn ugly"
"You hate me or you love me"
"We can make the scene turn ugly, trust me"
She sits in bed with her halo crooked 
She says she's never been in love before 
She takes time to define what we'll never get 
We're turning into enemies with benefits 
Enemies with benefits 
She the girl of my dreams, also my nightmares 
Cause she be jigglin, killin in her nightwear 
Between mean glances that we might share 
The space between us is like a lightyear 
All in my phone like she AT&T 
All in my Facebook pretendin she me 
Cus her not-hot single friends feedin her nonsense 
The ghetto's tryna kill me and my chick's an accomplice 
with, black gloves (black gloves) black mask (black mask) 
Full lips (full lips) fat ass (I like that!) 
Text messaging ridiculous comments 
I'd have to wash my mouth out to read you the contents 
She might literally love me to death 
We had a stairway to heaven 'til I fell down the steps 
Now I'm left with a pain in the neck 
But she's my eye candy, the flavor I savor 
And I'm part Vader, I think with my saber 
I live in Crazytown and I'm married to the mayor 
Yo, They call me Lex, Jr., not Rex Lewis 
My ex like a six shot shooter, sex ruger 
She's a sex cougar, she texts 
We bang everytime I sit next to her 
Man, she get me hard as steel, I call her X-Ray 
Plus my ex bust her neck during sex play 
I get the cleanest dome, I mean it holmes 
She never be alone cause she never be at home 
Her boyfriend is a punk, he rock a onesie 
He think he fly, pullin stunts in his undies 
But she my kryptonite - I know, cryptic, right? 
I'm sittin back with a pipe gettin ripped at night 
On the window pane (window pane), the coldest rain (coldest rain) 
My enemy, Miss Lois Lane 
She's a devil in a baby blue dress 
Who I'm mentally redressing as an angel through sex 
Who be testin my mettle and yes, in a way, I choose the stress 
And I guess that I settle cause I'm a slave to huge breasts - but it ain't worth it 
Ask me a-gain if my mind has changed on the situation 
in five days and I couldn't say for certain
So we stay in this deranged arrangement, nailin 'tween the breaks 
of these unwavering debates of who's the crazy person
She got them FUCK-goggles on me, my judgment impaired 
like I was drunk on Kamikazes ridin a busted Kawasaki 
Callin the love doctor cause I need a fix of this chick and it's sickening 
Wish I could quit, but my dick is mixin the signals and shit 
Half of the time, I see past all these disastrous signs 
And half of the time, I keep askin if I'm happy to lie 
If, blame can be assigned, then I guess I'll have to try this food for thought: 
You can always see the shape of the pan in the pie 
Savage desire in me to taste her loving 
So my piece/peace of mind'll never turn into a baker's dozen 
I'm crumbling