These Foolish Things (Feat. Silya & Count Bass D)

You, you, you, you

You keep bugging me every night
Yeah, you're on my case until we see the light
But then I go on and do the same
'Cause I wanna make you beg when you go away
Oh, you know I love you
But then I pick a fight just because I do
And when I, even when I know I'm right
I let you win it to show you I'm on your side
Oh, baby, why do you do what you do to me? (Why you gotta do this?)
Oh, 'cause you know I'm a fool when it comes to this

Ooh, these foolish things
That we do, do to get through to each other
These foolish things
Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean

Indeed
What a profound effect on my psyche
Never used hard drugs but now I'm on Nikes
Five seeds, so I gotta cop six pair
Been blessed so hard to complain is not fair
Stop doing it, so I won't like Paul Jones
More sins than I can possibly atone for
But I repent to God once more
Keep the pride in check on tour, ignore the crowd roar
Don't get pissed when I cancel the post-gig tryst
What does not happen cannot be missed
Doing my best to be a man, not a scumbag
After the shag, I wish shorty had a name tag
It's lonely in the telly when you gotta go stag
Chances are the answers stem from a brown bag
Lowered inhibitions are the root of the flame
Count Bass D, king of these foolish things

Ooh, these foolish things
That we do, do to get through to each other
These foolish things
Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean

Money come, money go, get 'em high, get 'em low
Scraping on the bottom for the dough, oh no
Started way back with the Bally and Adidas suits
Wanna be fly, beg my daddy for the Jesus Fruit
Gold road, poor boy can only hope
Friends sold dope, wasn't trying to be broke
Trying to get the shine, get a girl who's fine
Dollar, dollar bills, not nickels and dimes
But the blue collar thrill can't fulfill the time
Just trying to collar meals, stay on my grind
But who want that? I want a Cadillac and a wardrobe
Gotta get the loot, go shopping 'til the store is closed
Cinderfella flashy, palms stay greasy
Never be ashy, ever be classy
Clever and dashing, never be nasty
Struggle be past me

Ooh, these foolish things
That we do, do to get through to each other
These foolish things
Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean
These foolish things
Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean
These foolish things
Oh yeah, you, you, yeah, you know what I mean