Supa Luv

[Intro: Jean Grae] Supa Luv (Watcha say, watcha say now?) Supa Luv (Supa Luv baby, Supa Luv baby) Supa Luv (It's Supa Luv baby) (Come on. 9th Wonder) [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Well you see I was a skeptic, hesitant, even when he said (She's the closest thing to an angel I've ever seen) Uh huh, yeah right I've heard that line before It always carried some ill intent for sure But then he said it some more Pretend I've never been in love, I'm not getting sprung But I could miss it—he could be the one No one better and he could make me believe that (She's a lady to the extreme) About Jean, I'm 'bout to Call my family, be like, "I met him mom! Wedding's on!" Ready to party, but instead I'm calm Surface, though, all fireworks, wired-up espresso His expressiveness is in the presence of ever—let's go Chill in the tropics drinking rum punch, One Love Singing it over lunch, he got me, love guns out, dunny My luck's been out, feel me? It done run south, left me a ton of doubt It's never fun getting the run-around (uh-uh) Was never one to be wooed easy, I bruise easy When dudes leave me I get boozed up, they don't trust me He freaking speech, though, and I'm drinking ghost lager A teensy-more-than-moderate feeling you both gotta Feeling your clothes cause you're appealing and you're really close Thinking of stashing you up in my pocket, being ghost Check it, I'm long-legged—we could wreck my dorm mattress You could be my new partner, heart, baby—my new fetish [Hook: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv for Jean Could you be the Supa Luv for me? I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my (Supa Luv) I need a (Supa Luv) I want a (Supa Luv) I gotta (Supa Luv) Find him [Verse 2: Jean Grae] This one's different, though (Oh?) Step to me dancing, hand in my back pants And dance in the back, pantin' Same line, way fine, he from the Cayman Islands And my waistline he trace, fine and I flutter my eyelids—I'm Drinking Patron shots—so much the floor shake Loving every bit of him—he's sputtering the rhythm and Buttering Grae's ego with the clean-cut pimp-lean Strutter with the clip clean, gutter slang—"I think I love he!" Picture us lovely playing games—he's hugging me Staying engaged two weeks, eloping out the country He's so special, not a stalk of potential in him Y'all, did I mention he's a tall drink of water? Sinkin' Into me mentally, intensely feeling him Intentionally sipping Hennessy—let's leave the building Then we can build more—he's so hot He could father my children plus he told me I got (I got a) [Hook: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv for Jean (Just for me, baby) Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (That's what I'm looking for) I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my (Supa Luv) (Supa Luv) (Supa Luv) (Supa Luv) [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Hey, hey What's your name and how you maintain, huh? (Hmmm...) You don't say a word I like you too—like to invite you to a party in my pants Okay, that was just rude—let's dance (sorry) For seven long hours, spottin' gems, droppin 'em back Like I'm bleached on the block again, rock—holla! (Holla!) Pop my collar. There was the brother with the drop Impala The hot model—you could spot his pet piranha Bet I was sweating; you know better—I'm swearing, your honor (I swear!) I'd never let him get the better of me but the problem: He's got those words that block my curves Get my nerves boxed up 'til I'm impossibly slurred. I gotta Stop before I vomit. And if the cops occurred It would be drama. And, plus, my warrant's absurd It's time to go home, go alone, chill, and relax But wait, there's the first brother grilling me back (Heyyyy...) [Hook: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv for Jean (Where's the Supa Luv for me? Baby, come on) Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (And I'm going somewhere again today) I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my (Supa Luv) I want a (Supa Luv) I need a (Supa Luv) I gotta find me [?] now (Supa Luv) Come on [Outro: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv, a Supa Luv, it's just a Supa Luv—hey! Will and Joe got a Supa Luv—hey! [?] and Trina got a Supa Luv—hey! I know some couples with a Supa Luv—hey! I got a Supa Luv, I got a Supa Luv I can't tell you 'bout my Supa Luv cause it's not that time of the album yet—keep listening, beotch! Wednesday. Wednesday (What day is it, man?) Yo, it's muthafuckin' Wednesday (Honey, what day is it?) I said, "It's muthafuckin' Wednesday, homie!"