This is a stroy about a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with, well, listen It's 2 a.m, I'm just gettin' in, 'bout to check my message No one has
(Ron Isley - verse 1) It's 2 a.m. just getting in about to check my message no one has called but my homies and some bill collectors cellular rings
Jamie Foxx (hook) Simply marvelous ? that?s what you are, that?s what you are, that?s what you are More than outrageous, ooh ooh, that?s what you are
I got a new way of thinking I finally figured it out It's coming from a different perspective I wanna tell you what it's about And I'm all right now (
I'm flying down the fast lane Doing ninety five, ninety things on my brain Don't know where the hell I'm going But I'm going after you I'm jumping on
When you're around I don't know what to do I do not think that I can wait To go over and to talk to you I do not know what I should say And I walk out
Contagious, spreadin? like a fire, baby Contagious, I?m ?bout to lose control Contagious, ?cause you?re my sweet desire, baby Contagious, I just can?t
You're contagious, get under my skin Tattooed my heart black again Contagious, no amount of sympathy Give me something to kill the pain There never was
Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey (Hey) Run it through a red light Twice the speed of sound Drive it on the white line And pull it in and out Grab the
So child, we have to see this through The choking has you foaming at the mouth Our bodies convulsing on the floor Like a fish out of water, the price
I was sick of restrictions, sick of the boundaries About to close the door Such a lack of conviction, no real connection What should I settle for? But
[Chorus:] One look at you is so contagious One kiss and mononucleosis Like a pit bull bite or staring at the sun One look is all it took to notice One
Intro: Shane, how she look so? Dark glasses, a nuh she And how she a walk so? Yuh know seh mi a go ask har Couplet One: Hey there, what's wrong woman
Black side Russian Head concussion (Yo tarrus) Well, who cyan hear dem a go feel mi seh When you finga mash no badda cry mi seh Alright den Dem big inna
I'm running and i feel times running out There were twelve of us, we're down to seven now I'm fearing exhaustion The temperature is dropping down Is
"Contagious" Aching shaking suffocating falling to my knees, Feeling sensing knowing something's taking over me A parasite deep inside what a ride come
I?m flying down the fast lane, Doing ninety-five, ninety things on my brain. Don?t know where the hell I'm going, But, I'm going after you. I?m jumping