[Eryka]
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1 - If you were worried 'bout where
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I been or who I saw or
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What club I went to with my homies
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Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
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If you were worried 'bout where
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I been or who I saw or
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What club I went to with my homies
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Baby, don't worry you know that you got me
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[Roots]
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Somebody told me that this planet was small
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We used to live in the same building on the same floor
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And never met before until I'm overseas on tour
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And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly
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Taking classes abroad
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She studying film in photo flash focus record
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Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score
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She said she love my show in Paris at Elys閑 Montmartre
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And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
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We knew from the start that things fall apart
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Intentions shatter, she like, that shit don't matter
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When I get home, get at her, through letter, phone
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Whatever, let's link, let's get together
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Shit, you think not?
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Think that Thought went home and forgot?
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Time passed, we back in Philly, she up in my spot
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Telling me the things I'm telling her is makin' her hot
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Started building with her constantly 'round the clock
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Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me...
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Repeat 1
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[Roots]
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Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight
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And sometimes I got to be out at the height of the night
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And that's when she flip and get on some ol'...
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[Eve]
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Another loney night?
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Seems like I'm on the side, you only lovin' your mic
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I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight
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But yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me?
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While politicin' with my sister from New York City
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She said she know this ball player, and he think I'm pretty
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Psych, I'm playin' boo, you know it's just with you I'm stayin' boo
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And when cats be poppin' game I don't hear what they sayin', boo
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When you out there in the world, I'm still your girl
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With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills
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So when you sweatin' on stage, think of me when you rhyme
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And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind
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[Roots]
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Yeah, so what you sayin', I can trust you?
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[Eve]
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Is you crazy? You my king, for real
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[Both]
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But sometimes, relationships get ill
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[Eve]
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No doubt
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Repeat 1
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[Roots]
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That snake could be that chick and that rat
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Could be that cool cat that's whisperin'
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She's trying to play you for the fool, black
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If something's on your chest then let it be known
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See I'm not your "every-five-minutes" all on the phone
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And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact
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That people bite back, and fracture what's intact
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And they'll forever be
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I ain't on some "Oh, I'm a celebrity"
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I deal wit the real, so if it's artificial, let it be
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I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds
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Listening to they squaws and listenin' to they girlfriends
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That's exactly the point where they whole world ends
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Lies come in, that's where the drama begins
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And she like... yo
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Repeat 1
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You Got Me
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| Erykah Badu |
