she was his Messiah like that stranger may be yours Who holds a subtle knife that carves through worlds like magic doors And that?s what I?ve been looking for
't go nowhere Give me a second to breathe CHORUS: It must be magic She loves the way I give her the magic She wants a sugar daddy She wants me to keep giving her the magic
don't play So you can relax, all your problems and you come you come you come Grand Puba's the one to get the job done Well then you knock knock knock upon my door door door
gates of eden were closed The magic has gone from her smile No future was in her eyes I had enough of bad news In the midnight hour, I will stand all
magic of love, baby Do you believe, do you believe in the magic of love? I believe in the magic of love, baby Do you believe, do you believe in the magic
for this moment secretly Counting every minute, every hour till you're with me 'Cause I know just what's in store And now I'm in your arms, so baby close the door
the morning and you're walking out the door You got no time for coffee Standing here remembering when my kisses made you late Gonna take a minute for
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
many niggas in so many different places ye head me Hook 2x: magic [verse two: master p] Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors
worth dying for The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for Cause death don?t wait for no one Sitting on your front door The only guarantee
out that door Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie Once again oughta look into the eye Being myself, having my pride No one, baby, is gonna take me for
it twenty years ago that I'd get up once a week to watch the Krofft Supershow With Electra Woman and Dynagirl? I can hear the Sleestak pounding at my door Since Puff the Magic
javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, black magic brilliance Who rose at the tomb of the 'Unknown Soldier'? To capture the fascist fragment choreographed In traffic dancing for
? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stop It's seven in the morning and your walking out the door You got no time for coffee I'm starring here remembering when my kisses made you late Gonna take a minute for
I sleep Crowds of people trample by Rush hour traffic all through the night Glowing embraces after midnight mass Renews my faith in the magic castle Try
is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) Resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour
sense of style The newspapers would constantly exhault The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts Still met at their christmas eve charity balls Raising money not for themselves But raising it for
all our being In one great laughter Why not always live - In that aura of magic That gives every moment - Its weight of wonder That always is found - In that final hour