They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But her hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me,

Lower than deep, oh Doing it wrong, oh Anywhere you want Singing along, oh I'm higher than high, oh And singing along, oh Did they tell you, you should grow up When you wanted to dream. Did they warn you, better shape up

No one will ever love you No one will ever love you like I do I know why you’re lonely It’s time you knew it too Don’t you try to tell me someone’s waiting They’re not waiting for you Oh and don’t you try to tell me that you’re wanted That you’re needed

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

Sky, so vast is the sky With far away clouds just wandering by Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know Wind that speaks to the leaves, telling Stories that no one believes Stories of love belong to you and me Oh Dindi if I only had words I would

They can't tell me nothing about no you Can't tell me nothing about how we do Crazy love, oh yeah They say love and insanity Are somewhat related Is truly the greatest Though sometimes we hate it

My troubles test me on the daily They say that only God can save me I think I'm slowly going under But I won't ever tell my brother And now I wonder where's the good gone? 'Cause I can't find no miracles 'til I go home Oh, I wonder where's the good gone?

This is my first affair so please be kind Handle my heart with care, oh, please be kind This is all so grand my dreams are on parade If you'll just understand they'll never ever fade So tell me your love's sincere oh please be kind Tell me I needn't

They're gonna believe This is a story of a male female threat to society His story over mine His story (yeahee, yeahee, yeahee) Hist story (ow) Why you wanna go and tell a lie on me? (yeahee, yeah, oooh) His story over mine his story will be his story

Oh you're gonna miss me baby And I'll be so far away Oh your friend will always tell you baby They'll say that you're going strong You know you better change now baby Baby there's always another day Well they'll smile and call you lover Fool, don't you