Come in for a minute Welcome back It's just me and you in this room right now And there's so many things that are on my mind Uh, yea, uh (be with me) Sometimes it's hard to say That's why I take all I've got

Every lie you tell comes true (true) But I still wanna be be with you (you) I blame it on you (yeah) Bad boy make a bad girl, bad boy make a bad girl I blame it on you, I blame it on you You, I blame it on you, I blame it on you Uh-huh, so good, but I know

I'mma one night stand, cuffing wasn't in the plans Until you came through, you was stunting with your friends You caught my eye, and we, we caught a vibe And then, I said let's ride, and you, hopped in my ride Yeah, yeah, girl that's right, huh You ain't

I believe they can take anything from me But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace They can say all they want to say about me But I'm gonna carry on Oh, yeah, oh huh I woke up this morning with a smile on my face Nobody's gonna bring me down today

It's a lot of bad things That they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin' They wishin' on me God's plan, God's plan Yeah they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin' They wishin' on me, yuh I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me

Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me

Screamed ride or die, I thought you would die with me Found out you a bitch, you can't even ride with me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Uh, used to be be my dogg, you was in my

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

Nothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'