I knew it when it started to change We could never be the same I could do it when you do it to me I knew it if it came to be we would get a chance to see A side of each other that we both didn't know of What did you do to make me feel so good for so long

Here's what I'll do I know you've been hurt By someone else I can tell by the way You carry yourself But if you'll let me I'll take care of you I, I loved and lost The same as you

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

Something I don't know Tell me, tell me, tell me Everybody tells me Like how many inches in a mile What it takes to make you smile Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby I hear it all the time I'm never gonna amount to much But they're never gonna

Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances my head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then

I couldn’t see But, sooner or later, one of us must know Sooner or later, one of us must know That I really did try to get close to you I didn’t mean That you just did what you’re supposed to do To treat you so bad You shouldn’t take it so personal To

Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all You always second guess, wonderin You don't understand what it is That makes me tick But you wish you did

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's

Girl that you love Knows you don't Followed her Girl you loathe Drop every pretense Drown every sense you own For the girl that you love Insistent pretext So what does that make god

Why don't you call me what we both know what we both know I am Ooh you know I am