Yout Got Me

<br>Chorus:<br><br>If you dont worry bout where<br><br>I been or who I saw or<br><br>What club I went to with my homies<br><br>Baby dont worry, you know that you got me<br><br><br><br>Somebody told me that this planet was small<br><br>We used to live in the same building on the same floor<br><br>And never met before until Im overseas on tour<br><br>And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly<br><br>Taking classes abroad<br><br>She studying film in photo flash focus record<br><br>Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score<br><br>She said she love my show in Paris in Elyse Montmartre<br><br>And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart<br><br>We knew from the start that things fall apart<br><br>Intense and shatter, she like, that shit dont matter<br><br>When I get home, get at her, pull out her phone<br><br>Whatever, lets lay, lets get together<br><br>Shit, you think that not?<br><br>Think that dog went home and forgot<br><br><br><br>Time passed, now we back in Philly, she up in my spot<br><br>Telling me the things Im tellin her is makin her hot<br><br>Started building with her constantly round the clockNow she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me...<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>Yo, Im the type thats always catchin a flight<br><br>And sometimes I got to be out at the height of the nightAnd thats when she flip and get on some ...<br><br><br><br>Another lonely night?<br><br>Seems like Im on the side, you only lovin your mic<br><br>I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight<br><br>But yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me?<br><br>While politickin with my sister from New York City<br><br>She said she know this ball player, and he think Im pretty<br><br>Psych, Im playin boo, you know its just with you Im stayin boo<br><br>And when cats be poppin game I dont hear what they sayin, boo<br><br>When you out there in the world, Im still your girl<br><br>With all my classes I dont have the time for lifes thrills<br><br>So when you sweatin on state, think of me when you rhyme<br><br>And dont be listenin to your homies, they be leadin you blind<br><br><br><br>Yeah, so what you sayin is I can trust you<br><br><br><br>Is you crazy? You my king, for real<br><br><br><br>But sometimes, relationships get ill<br><br><br><br>No doubt<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>That snake could be that chick or that ratShes trying to play you for the fool, black<br><br>If somethings on your chest the let it be known<br><br>See Im not your "every-five-minutes" all on the phone<br><br>And on the topic of trust, its just a matter of fact<br><br>That people bite back, fracture whats in tact<br><br>And theyll forever be<br><br>I aint on some "Oh, Im celebrity"<br><br>I deal with the real, so if its artificial, let it be<br><br>I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds<br><br>Listening to they squalls and listenin to they girlfriends<br><br>Thats exactly the point where they whole world ends<br><br>Lies come in, thats where the drama begins<br><br>And she like....yo<br><br><br><br>Chorus