Nothing comes as easy as you Can I lay in your bed all day? I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake Hand behind this pen relives a failure everyday You look so good in blue Light a match to leave me be So wear me like a locket around your

Maybe it's just not our time (our time) You got your life, I got mine (I got mine) You're too far away, let's be real (let's be real) To get too attached, let's be real (let's be real) But baby baby, on the other hand We be kicking it, can't find nothing

Home, home where I wanted to go You are, you are, you are And nothing else compares The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing Come out of things unsaid

'Cause baby baby when I'm finished with ya You won't wanna go outside Ooh baby baby, when I'm done with you, why You ain't saying nothing Yeah, you ain't saying nothing La la la la Baby Baby go outside

You're still my man Nothing can change it Oh baby baby oh darling you're in my heart forever On the day that you left me You said you had no regrets There's a bond between us That hasn't been broken yet And the feelings between us

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby baby's smile, I idolize my baby baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop me off in Harlem. Drop me off in

What did you do to my eyes You better slow down baby baby soon It's all or nothing to you What did you sing to that lonely child Promised it all but you lied Oh, the devil's inside You opened the door You gave him a ride Too young to know, too old to admit

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby baby's smile, I idolize my baby baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop me off in Harlem. Drop me off in

If that's where you are That's where I'll be Holding you is revelation Baby Baby I have seen the other side And there's nothing but lonely So I left for doing only what it takes To bridge the great divide I would ride across the mesa