Bahamadia's I confess verse 1
"Word life boo, I checked you flexin wit' cha crew
lookin sweet enough to chew wit them saint eyes like tha brew,
roughneck mannerism, fly disposition,
ya live like channel sparkin' like mad-izm,
my mission, is gettin into you like a religion,
my woman's intuition tells me cupid's arrow's hittin,
you're the prince with the gla** slipper that my foot could fit in,
this feelin that I have is never endin, I'm sendin, my love like
Zhane' up
in a box
with the bow up on the top, cause, for you I got the hots so
please accept these feelings I posess i'm like a damsel in distress in
pursuit of happiness, I confess"