Armand Van Helden - Roses 'Caroline' Lyrics
All the guys would say she's mighty fineBut mighty fine only got you somewhere half the timeAnd the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up shortYeah, now dig this, even thoughYou'd need a golden calculator to divideThe time it took to look inside and realize thatReal guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah![Chorus- Repeat 2x]I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stankBut lean a little bit closerSee that roses really smell like boo-booYeah, roses really smell like boo-boo[Verse Two - Andre 3000]Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "*****"I hope she's speeding on the way to the clubTrying to hurry up to get to someBaller or singer or somebody like thatAnd try to put on her makeup in the mirrorAnd crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!)She needs a golden calculator to divideThe time it took to look inside and realize thatReal guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah![Chorus][Verse Three]Well she's got a hotties body, but her attitude is pottyWhen I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughtyI said shorty "Would you call me?"She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing"Oh so you're one them chicks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receiptsBut game been peeped, dropping names she's weakTrickin' off this ***** is lostMust take me for a geek a quick way to eatA neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treatNow go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawlessRegardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyersAnd judges just to hold grudges in a courtroomI wanna see ya support bra not support you!Better come back down to MarsGirl, quit chasin' carsWhat happens when the dough get so low*****, you ain't that fineNo way.. no way.. no way[Repeat 2x]Crazy **********, stupid ass *****Old punk ass *****, old dumbass *****A *****'s *****, just a *****
