They loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew Got my whole crew blowing like a C-4 They loving the crew ooh, Listen, listen, whoa, yeah, listen, ooh Take your nose off my keyboard What you bothering me for? There's a room full of niggas

You're not in the room There are no legible signs You wait your turn in the queue You say your sorries and thank you's I don't think you're ever A hundred percent in the room You go on I'll be okay I can dream the rest away It's just a little touch of

Without truth Yet we want to spare the feelings of those we love We've all lied But there is always room for forgiveness my friend So don't treat me bad just be glad I am strong I know where I belong

They'll be so lonely, they could die You still can find some room For broken-hearted lovers To cry there in the gloom Well, they're so lonely Well, since my baby left me Well, I found a new place to dwell Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street At

Freak in you Room full of women and they notice me Now all they wanna listen to is Jodeci Is there a freak in you? Diamonds on my chest like a bishop And these lines right here ain't no kicker These lines right here gon' really really make you fuck These

If you're the only one, will I never be enough? Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart? Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got? I get the words, and then I get to thinkin' I

But I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you And right there where we stood was holy ground Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through Tonight I’m gonna dance like you were in this room I was reminiscing just the other day While

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk, though Look what it's done to your friends; their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end There's a room for the trouble and there's lovers to be

Hard to thrill, nothin' really moves me anymore That I haven't seen before Hard to thrill, but nothin' really moves me anymore There is nothin' you can show me I got the time to kill, keepin' to myself inside this room Time to kill, keepin' to myself

The girl in the other room She knows by now There's something ain't know other fears Now she wears this thread bare She sits on the floor The glass press tight to the wall She hears murmurs low The paper is peeling Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling