Supafly lyrics

Hey yo who's up in here?

The thousand foot squad

We smashin'

Thousand be the head of the class and

Rollin' through the party with the stereo blastin'

We creepin' it's been seven since last weekend

Everybody in the club freakin'

And in the corner, I can see ya standin' there

Black jacket 'n' long hair we've been exchanging stares

And I know ya, and what'cha thinkin' yeah right

Wearin' ya clothes air-tight at the club every night and

Don't'cha know that brothers don't like the girls

That be into them guys that be tellin' them lies and listen here hun

Life's more than this

Ya tryin to tell me that'cha never get bored of this?

Yo, check this who you eye'in up for ya setlist

Frontin' with ya fake gold necklace

Not respected, 'n' yet ya wonderin' why

Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dollar signs

Girl what's next? Who you hittin' up for the Rolex?

Brothers need to check their specs

Brothers gettin' gamed on, thinkin' she loves you and all that

Need to get it all back, move on and step off that

She's the wrong type, but same goes for females

Cuz' guys be spittin' lies, not telling the details

In the fine print, baby girl, don't sweat it

Cuz one of these days you'll regret it

And yo, the moral of the story is

Dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin' funny around cash money

So lesson learned, you playin' with fire get burned

Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned

You think ya somethin' more ya so supafly

To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside

It's hard for me to get this through to you

To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby

You think ya somethin' more ya so supafly

To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside

It's hard for me to get this through to you

To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby what!

Well it's the Sundance Kid

Yo the rap villain, I'm for real and

Peeps catchin' feelings of the lyrical caps that I'm peeling

Makin' noise y'all, me and my Krutch boys y'all, stand tall

Cuz yo we ain't never gonna fall, man forget that

Yo, we'll keep constantly comin' right back

Like Christ when He rose on the third

Strikin' ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs

If ya messin' with a girl for her curves

And yo, you might be, you think ya somethin' high and mighty

Might be that you be frontin'

Most likely, no doubt, money be singin' the same song

Respect yourself hun, it's the 34th Psalm

And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, I'm so forsakeable

I'm shattered, things aren't as they seem

They're so in between, they're so make believe

That it's un-real, And wake me up when things are better

Cuz I can't take much more of this and take these rags

But leave my comfortable sweater

Leave me alone, leave me alone

Alone, alone, a-lone

You think ya somethin' more ya so supafly

To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside

It's hard for me to get this through to you

To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby

You think ya somethin' more ya so supafly

To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside

It's hard for me to get this through to you

To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby

You think ya somethin' more ya so supafly

To the fact you're blind, you're so dead inside

It's hard for me to get this through to you

To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby what!

• Artist:Thousand Foot Krutch
• Album:Set It Off (2000)