Jaheim Lyrics

Jaheim Lyrics

"Beauty And A Thug Lyrics"

Jack-In-The-Green Lyrics
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. Quietly he sits under every tree --- in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from the empty acorn cup the dew that dawn sweetly

Jaheim & Mary J. Blige (Still Ghetto)


Mary J. Blige:
So burgundy, the window to his soul
It seems he tapes his eyes closed,
From huffin on, that's what he's puffin on.
His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls,
His jeans hang loose and low
So his di..opps he cain't be comfortable I mean, he's gotta be comfortable.

Jaheim:
Now she's the type that's compared to a rose that grew from the c
Over My Head (Cable Car) Lyrics
I never knew I never knew that everything was falling through That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue To turn and run when all I needed was the truth But that's how it's got to be It's coming down to n
oncrete,
So sweet ya know,
From the streets yo.
Now she's the opposite of he,
Have you ever seen a lion sleep on the bossom of a sheep?
It's beautiful.
Yeah thug though.

Both: (chorus)
She's so beautiful and he's a thug,
They're so different yet they're in love.
He's so thugged out and she's so beautiful,
They're so perfect cause they're in love.

Mary J. Blige:
Picture this, his warm velvet voic
Cuckoo Cocoon Lyrics
Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. He is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. The only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering light. He guesses he must be i
on a cold winters night,
Sugar free, bitter truth.
Building life from a slang so divine.
Soul to soul, their flesh pressed,
From a firm of onyx tenderness.
He signed his name with a venom kiss,
Upon a heart, I never heard of such bliss.

Jaheim:
Now she's the opposite of he,
Such as a butterfly and he's a killer bee.
Yeah, she becomes a victim to his sting,
And he's amazed by the colors of her wings.
An
Conditio Humana Lyrics
There's no words Just quiet world around that disappears with me Without sense The flock of ruin swarms everywhere With only hollow emptiness inside You try to speak to me But words escape to the
the life he's led has left him with some scars,
But, she viewed them all as mid-beauty marks.
The moral of the story, plain as can be,
He loved her cause, He is me.

::Chorus:: X2

Da Da-da-da da da da-da-da da

She's beautiful and he's a thug,
Made for each other 'cause they're in love.
She's a petal and he's a thorn,
From a different type of story since they were born.

::Chorus:: x2