Do it Again

[Chorus - Isaac Zale]
Help me Momma, with my south made Harlems and my doubt say do it again
Spare me Karma, but my past might haunt ya, and I swear; never do it again
You was always there from the start
All I did was make you a par-t
Now I see the way that we are
I hate that we're a country apar-t
Ey - Yuh
Gimmie the dialtone - ey
Gimmie the dialtone - uh
I've been making milestones - ey
I've been making milestone - uh
Baby take your blouse off - ey
Baby take your blouse off - uh
Look in the eye of the tiger; never let the doubt form - ey

[Verse - Isaac Zale]
Tell a bitch about Florence - ey
She could get her heart torn - oo
I think I could vouch for her - oo
Maybe get a pouch for her - oo
I could be your riding your Zenith; Isaac of prodigal demons
Succubus sucking the life of the seeds
And flipping thru life like I'm flipping thru seasons
Pussy like precipitation
I need the illumination
Love when I'm pumpin the breaks; a blink of an eye got me out on the pavement
Try'na stay strong but I'm weaker now
Got a real old bitch; Keep it down
Everyday she get'n closer to leave'n now
But that's eat'n at me she's feast'n now - Momma

[Chorus - Isaac Zale]
Help me Momma, with my south made Harlems and my doubt say do it again
Spare me Karma, but my past might haunt ya, and I swear; never do it again
You was always there from the start
All I did was make you a par-t
Now I see the way that we are
I hate that we're a country apar-t, - yuh
You was always there from the start
All I did was make you a par-t
Now I see the way that we are
I hate that we're a country apar-t

[Verse - Ben Beal]
Fuck it, a dude on my own, - yeah
I mean I think I am
I had a little dream, I had a little plan
But shit changes, so come places
See the blurred lines, always an optimist she made me crazy an now I'm fucked up all the time
She on my side, She elevated my concious, an I was just wanted to thrive
Young Beal made a little money off a tour, now I'm a drill got it
Fuck it, I love it, I love her this shit is on automatic
Isaac and I had to rob this bank, they never care is all I'm try'na say
Love her so much but she got in the way
Spend too much time with the games she play, eh
I'm a time bomb, I'm an icon
She my weakness, She's what I'm on
I don't even keep track of days
When she dips the crib; I'm not the same
I hate it that we talk this much
But I still hope that my phone rings

[Refrain - Isaac Zale]
Gimmie the dialtone - ey
Gimmie the dialtone - uh
I've been making milestones - ey
I've been making milestone - uh
Baby take your blouse off - ey
Baby take your blouse off - uh
Look in the eye of the tiger; never let the doubt form - ey
I've no sympathy from you
Look at what I cannot undo
Look at me bursting at seams, - ey
I don't want anyone wanting you
Cross me once an' you're Judas-Bitch
Had to move on my Luda-cris
If I did not, I'd be stuck in that city
Where every 'motherfuck want kill my lid

[Chorus - Isaac Zale]
Help me Momma, with my south made Harlems and my doubt say do it again
Spare me Karma, but my past might haunt ya, and I swear; never do it again
You was always there from the start
All I did was make you a par-t
Now I see the way that we are
I hate that we're a country apar-t, - yuh
You was always there from the start
All I did was make you a par-t
Now I see the way that we are
I hate that we're a country apar-t