Anotha Fix

Yeah, Dawgs
Yeah

Head is buzzing, got her nose running
Heading out to London, tell Adele we coming
Can't tell the drummer boy, gon and stop drumming
5 steps ahead, you cannot outrun him
Rolex, or handcuffs, or scars on your wrists
That's my paranoia, I am Francis Goya in this bitch
My bitch ain't my bitch, love her with every inch
Love her more than myself, but that doesn't say shit

Uh-oh it's you, girl it's you
I would drop all this music shit all for you
All this cocaine on the table all for you
Why you looking at me like you got some bad news

This the Church of Badu, where bad bitches come through
Ahem, excuse me, mic check, 1, 2
No air in this room, hard to adjust to
She got my wires crossed, and I'm about to blow a fuse
This the kind of feeling that'll make your nose bleed
Taking off her top, like I'm bout to do her laundry
R&B and weed, and we downed the whole Henny
Staring contest when we fuck, she got eyes like Buscemi
Face to face with the pussy, and she shove my face in
I live in that pussy, like a vacation
If love is a drug, the fuck is this laced with
If I OD please, someone call the Olson Twins, Dawgs

Oh, it's you, girl it's you
I would drop all this music shit all for you
All this cocaine on the table all for you
Why you looking at me like you got some bad news
Uh-oh, it's you, girl it's you
I would drop all this music shit all for you
All this cocaine on the table all for you
Why you looking at me like you got some bad news
Yeah

Fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, it's all the same
Fly away, yeah



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Writer(s): Dagoberto Aguirre Jr.
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