You offer me this box of tricks You want me to believe That what it is you’re showing me Is the very thing I need I may talk like an idiot I may look like a clown But I've cloaked your little game my friend I got your number down.
Forget it babe
I can see behind that wall stone With eyes that see right through The sleeping near the respectability that you assume You telling me you can be my friend but I know you’re a fake If you think I fall for life get caught like that You’re making the mistake
Chorus: You gotta be folling me If you think you’re folling me But you’re not fooling me Fool me The box of tricks
Rapped up nice and pretty all that whistles and pills You must be confusing me with someone else I don’t think you understand ... I think it’s you You believe it’s me I say it’s him And no one is fooling me
I believe it comes right now to this I’m a joker This conversation might not take too long In fact it’s over Figure me for an easy mark but he disadviced Be careful what you wish for don’t out on your mist It might be too nice
Chorus: You gotta follin me If you think you’re follin me But you’re not foolin me Fool me a box of tricks