Magic - Christopher Martin

Don’t tell me that you’re coming from the hair saloon

You know that’s a no no… girl

Yea, thats a no no

You call my phone when you’re man is at home

Whats going on, is the respect gone

You know thats a no no, girl

Girl thats a no no

Whooaaa

You go mess around and let him find out

what we doing, doing, doing

You say you nuh care cause him have other gal weh him screwing

Screwing, screwing, screwing

So you say lay down pon the bed nuh please

See you crawling to me pon yuh knees

Say you ago gi me everything me need

Watch you slip it cross and me just slip it eeen

You grip the sheets and broke off your nails

Sweat out your hair, baby

Call yuh job and tell your boss say yuh sick

Cause i’ve got you hook on my magic

You tell yuh friend say you don’t feel right

Cah you wah we lock down and fuk all night

Baby, tell you man you gone pon business trip

Cause I’ve got you hook on my magic

You can’t get enough, no

You can’t get enough

You can’t get enough, no

You can’t get enough

We don’t talk in the days when we see each other

But we come alive in the night we’re alone together

This thing we got is good

Lets keep it under cover

Just gwaan like you don’t know me, you don’t know me

Me don’t know you, me don’t know you

Feel so good to be wrong

Can we leave me and you to go home

You’re the melody to my song

You grip the sheets and broke off your nails

Sweat out your hair, baby

Call yuh job and tell your boss say yuh sick

Cause i’ve got you hook on my magic

You tell yuh friend say you don’t feel right

Cah you wah we lock down and fuk all night

Baby, tell you man you gone pon business trip

Cause I’ve got you hook on my magic

You can’t get enough, no

You can’t get enough

You can’t get enough, no

You can’t get enough

Baby grin on me, grin on me

grin on me, grin on me

Love me, love me, baby

Baby grin on me, grin on me

grin on me, grin on me

Love me, love me, baby

You grip the sheets and broke off your nails

Sweat out your hair, baby

Call yuh job and tell your boss say yuh sick

Cause i’ve got you hook on my magic

You tell yuh friend say you don’t feel right

Cah you wah we lock down and fuk all night

Baby, tell you man you gone pon business trip

Cause I’ve got you hook on my magic

You can’t get enough, no

You can’t get enough

You can’t get enough, no

You can’t get enough