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With the ghetto in my rear view,You are my every tomorrowThe world is ours,Mary J. BligeI've been longing in my bed,Crying till my eyes are redWe both said that things would changeBut it's still the same shade of grayI get mad, you walk awayWhen did it all just start to fade?I know you're fed up, so am IBut we just can't say goodbyeBoy, you know I love youBut I just can't go on no moreFeelin this wayYou got me sayin' why, why, whyCan't we get it right?Just can't get it rightDon't know why, why, whyCan't we get it rightNo matter how hard we tryI got her looking at me sidewaysLive every night like it's a FridayMy conversations are so monumentalLicking on her ear, I'm whispering a couple riddlesShe fell in love with my techniqueI made her call me boss when in the bedsheetsWe both coming from the same placeAll in her both coming at the same placeStill on my dope boy swagTop down on my Cam'ron, "Oh boy" swagPlayed the hand we were dealt from the beginning, babyYou the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning babyGot me sayin' why, why, whyCan't we get it right?Just can't get it rightDon't know why, why, whyCan't we get it rightNo matter how hard we tryWhy can't we turn love around?We build it up to break it downIf you knew the way I feelYou would know that this love is realBut live in heaven, go to hell thenGo right back, across the lessonTired of stressin', get the messageI can't live in this depression no moreBoy, you know I love youBut I just can't go on feeling like this no moreGot me sayin' why, why, whyCan't we get it right?Just can't get it rightDon't know why, why, whyCan't we get it rightNo matter how hard we tryBack on my own againI don't want this to endBaby, I need a friendTo show me some loveAnd I'm thinking it should be you, babyLove this part right hereLook where we came from, MaryI just want you, I just want youTo show me some loveCharacteristics of a charismatic nigga,20 million on a villa, what's illa?We livin', lil boys gotta work at thatGettin' cash,So I snatch my girl a Birkin bagBlowin kisses out the drop top, that nigga got QwopStay in ya house when the block hotMakin love that will not stop,Bed sheets to the countertopDiamonds my baby down to rockHold your glasses up, babiesWe're on the presence of greatnessIt's the queen of our time, Mary J
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