Roots - You Got Me текст песни

If you don't worry 'bout where

I been or who I saw or

What club I went to with my homies

Baby don't worry, you know that you got me



Somebody told me that this planet was small

We used to live in the same building on the same floor

And never met before until I'm overseas on tour

And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly

Taking classes abroad

She studying film in photo flash focus record

Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score

She said she love my show in Paris in Elysée Montmartre

And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart

We knew from the start that things fall apart

Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don't matter

When I get home, get at her, pull out her phone

Whatever, let's lay, let's get together

Shit, you think that not?

Think that dog went home and forgot



Time passed, now we back in Philly, she up in my spot

Telling me the things I'm tellin' her is makin' her hot

Started building with her constantly 'round the clock

Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me...



Chorus



Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight

And sometimes I got to be out at the height of the night

And that's when she flip and get on some ...



Another lonely night?

Seems like I'm on the side, you only lovin' your mic

I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight

But yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me?

While politickin' with my sister from New York City

She said she know this ball player, and he think I'm pretty

Psych, I'm playin' boo, you know it's just with you I'm stayin' boo

And when cats be poppin' game I don't hear what they sayin', boo

When you out there in the world, I'm still your girl

With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills

So when you sweatin' on state, think of me when you rhyme

And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind



Yeah, so what you sayin' is I can trust you



Is you crazy? You my king, for real



But sometimes, relationships get ill



No doubt



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That snake could be that chick or that rat

She's trying to play you for the fool, black

If something's on your chest the let it be known

See I'm not your "every-five-minutes" all on the phone

And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact

That people bite back, fracture what's in tact

And they'll forever be

I ain't on some "Oh, I'm celebrity"

I deal with the real, so if it's artificial, let it be

I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds

Listening to they squalls and listenin' to they girlfriends

That's exactly the point where they whole world ends

Lies come in, that's where the drama begins

And she like....yo