Looks Like Magic - Get Busy Committee

I wanna be your David Blaine

Give it to you in a major way

I could be your Flava Flav

Matching grills, I like you braids

You could fill the position

You could be my sexy assistant

When I’m doin the trick

I put you in the mix and then we can all get real explicit

A tisket, a tasket

Girl let me work my magic

Unzip it, your trippin

Like you just took some acid

Its mystic, ethereal

That silky, material

Girl I ain’t ever sharing you

Like Lucky Charms cereal

I’m feelin you

I’m fuckin feelin you

I keep it real with you

I hope you feel me too

I mean I’m feelin you

So fuckin feelin you

But like any magician in my position

I ain’t revealin you

Never

Hang up the phone, I lay in bed

Your voice is voodoo in my head

Your evil magic casts a spell

You wicked witch I’m trapped in hell

You sign through the air with candles lit

It’s powerful I can’t handle it

I speak in tongues, I’m so possessed

You stole my soul right from my flesh

This mystical magical hocus pocus

Super-cala-fragilistic-expe-ali-docious

88 Toyota Supra doorless

Puerto Rican girls that tagged my notebook

South side school seein Steven B

On my radio, only played Easy E

I’m GBC, I’m so CT

I’m magical, just wait and see