These Foolish Things (feat. Silya & Count Bass D)

You, you, you, you

You keep bugging me every night

Yeah, you're on my case until we see the light

But then I go on and do the same

'Cause I wanna make you beg when you go away

Oh, you know I love you

But then I pick a fight just because I do

And when I, even when I know I'm right

I let you win it to show you I'm on your side

Oh, baby, why do you do what you do to me? (Why you gotta do this?)

Oh, 'cause you know I'm a fool when it comes to this

Ooh, these foolish things

That we do, do to get through to each other

These foolish things

Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean

Indeed

What a profound effect on my psyche

Never used hard drugs but now I'm on Nikes

Five seeds, so I gotta cop six pair

Been blessed so hard to complain is not fair

Stop doing it, so I won't like Paul Jones

More sins than I can possibly atone for

But I repent to God once more

Keep the pride in check on tour, ignore the crowd roar

Don't get pissed when I cancel the post-gig tryst

What does not happen cannot be missed

Doing my best to be a man, not a scumbag

After the shag, I wish shorty had a name tag

It's lonely in the telly when you gotta go stag

Chances are the answers stem from a brown bag

Lowered inhibitions are the root of the flame

Count Bass D, king of these foolish things

Ooh, these foolish things

That we do, do to get through to each other

These foolish things

Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean

Money come, money go, get 'em high, get 'em low

Scraping on the bottom for the dough, oh no

Started way back with the Bally and Adidas suits

Wanna be fly, beg my daddy for the Jesus Fruit

Gold road, poor boy can only hope

Friends sold dope, wasn't trying to be broke

Trying to get the shine, get a girl who's fine

Dollar, dollar bills, not nickels and dimes

But the blue collar thrill can't fulfill the time

Just trying to collar meals, stay on my grind

But who want that? I want a Cadillac and a wardrobe

Gotta get the loot, go shopping 'til the store is closed

Cinderfella flashy, palms stay greasy

Never be ashy, ever be classy

Clever and dashing, never be nasty

Struggle be past me

Ooh, these foolish things

That we do, do to get through to each other

These foolish things

Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean

These foolish things

Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean

These foolish things

Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean