Paper Thin

When you say you love me, it doesn't matter

It goes into my head as just chit chatter

You may think it's egotistical or just worry-free

But what you say, I take none of it seriously

And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you so

I'd let you pretend to read me and then you'd know

'Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze

In fact, I despise those who even try

To look into my eyes, to see what I am thinking

That dream is over, your yacht is sinking

I tell all of you like I told all of them

What you say to me is just paper thin

I'm not the kind of girl to try a play a man out

Or take the money and the gear, then break the hell out

No, that's not my strategy, not the game I play

I admit I play a game but it's not done that way

Truly, when I get involved, I give it my heart

I mean my mind, my soul, my body, I mean every part

But if it doesn't work out, yo, it just doesn't

It wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't

So, I treat all of you like I treat all of them

And what you say to me is still paper thin

In one ear and right out the other

Heard this mumble jumble

Lover, I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate

You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this

Sucker, you missed, I put feelings aside, I know who I am

My name is Lyte, is your name Sam?

'Cause if it is, step off, grab your coat and get lost

Wrap your scarf around your throat

And go back to catch the boat and hit the road, Sam

Don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back no more

So now, I take precaution when choosing my mate

I do not touch, until the third or fourth date

Then maybe we'll kiss on the fifth or sixth

Time that we meet, mwah

'Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete

And then maybe, I'll let you play with my feet

You could suck the big toe and play with the middle

It's so simple, unlike a riddle

It's as easy as counting to one, two, three

In other terms, letters L-Y-T-E

I'll tell you, you, you

And all of you in the back and in the middle, in the front, yo

That's it, Paper Thin

Word up

Lyte checking out

One, two, dedication to my DJ, K Rock, in the place to be

Yeah

Word

That dream is over, your yacht is sinking

Word

Hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back no more