I'm just saying this to wake you up It's all good when we making love All I ask is don't take our love For granted, it's granted My love for you is real Somebody else will, so baby girl Don't you ever get too comfortable I'm not saying this to shake you

You know it's everything I do There must be something I can do To be myself I just need to hear Somebody say You'll know soon, you'll know soon But that's only when I think of you Some vision that I hold on to Can almost stand competing with the others

Young nigga, I done came a long way Now, grind like a rich nigga Shine like a rich nigga Ridin' round town, hey, hey Ridin' round town, top down Like a rich nigga Wishin' that somebody say hey, hey Choppin' all the bad bitches Wanna come around

Lived with you, If I ain't got you There's a light A certain kind of light That never shone on me I want my life to be There's a way, everybody say To do each and every little thing But what good does it bring, if I ain't got you

Well I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

'Cause it's been a minute since I trusted somebody 'Cause I don't ever put my trust in nobody I hate to picture you out fuckin' somebody So I don't ever put my trust in nobody Yeah, you say who am I to run and hide? Don't be goofy, bring some passion to

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you