Lyrics:
flavour on brothers
She can?t find Mr. Right
No no no no no
But she sure knows how to choose him right
She?s got the craft to make him spot on
Her
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
and failing
My eyes were dark and vague
Craters of the fiery storm that was surrounding me
Out of the pollution
Emerged a glowing craft
Last thing I
Pray God
You can cope
I stand outside this woman's work
This woman's world
Ooh
It's hard on the man
Now his part is over
Now starts the craft
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
groceries?)
Will she craft her decision
With procedures that she knows
She'll graph it with precision
And my heart is beating so
With a crush on you
the cool guy
Popular to famous
Made it to this
Shit, hit me when you poppin' up in Vegas
I done did my ground work
Developing my craft
Livin' large,
this hip-hop thing
You had a fling
Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings
Married to the craft
Your catalog I bury in a flash
Remind me
burning me down
Drink it up now
Swallow down
I've got the inclination that it'll come on back around
Climb in your head
And craft your sentences
mastered every aspect
Of this craft, that I'm saddened to say is stagnant
I be laughing at half-wits, just coming to grasp with
Vocabulary patterns that's
Isn't over at all
Seeing how you try steering a craft
That is bound to stall
Nothing's in your way
And no one's out to save you
So you can
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
Across a thousand nations
And forty-thousand years
The teachers and the healers
We are the Craft of the Wise
The Old World and the New World
contains
And where all the arts come from.
Live with honour
And with honour die.
You the master of the
Only arcane craft
That all the arts gathers..
of witches
And the crafts of darkness
Enter the fires...
...And thou shall have it all
For thou are this
And the night belongs to thee
Make me yours
Embrace my
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