Текст песни The Roots - Yout Got Me
The Roots - Yout Got Me слова песни
Chorus:If you dont worry bout whereI been or who I saw orWhat club I went to with my homiesBaby dont worry, you know that you got meSomebody told me that this planet was smallWe used to live in the same building on the same floorAnd never met before until Im overseas on tourAnd peep this Ethiopian Queen from PhillyTaking classes abroadShe studying film in photo flash focus recordSaid she working on a flick and could my clique do the scoreShe said she love my show in Paris in Elyse MontmartreAnd that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heartWe knew from the start that things fall apartIntense and shatter, she like, that shit dont matterWhen I get home, get at her, pull out her phoneWhatever, lets lay, lets get togetherShit, you think that not?Think that dog went home and forgotTime passed, now we back in Philly, she up in my spotTelling me the things Im tellin her is makin her hotStarted building with her constantly round the clockNow she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me...ChorusYo, Im the type thats always catchin a flightAnd sometimes I got to be out at the height of the nightAnd thats when she flip and get on some ...Another lonely night?Seems like Im on the side, you only lovin your micI know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tightBut yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me?While politickin with my sister from New York CityShe said she know this ball player, and he think Im prettyPsych, Im playin boo, you know its just with you Im stayin booAnd when cats be poppin game I dont hear what they sayin, booWhen you out there in the world, Im still your girlWith all my classes I dont have the time for lifes thrillsSo when you sweatin on state, think of me when you rhymeAnd dont be listenin to your homies, they be leadin you blindYeah, so what you sayin is I can trust youIs you crazy? You my king, for realBut sometimes, relationships get illNo doubtChorusThat snake could be that chick or that ratShes trying to play you for the fool, blackIf somethings on your chest the let it be knownSee Im not your "every-five-minutes" all on the phoneAnd on the topic of trust, its just a matter of factThat people bite back, fracture whats in tactAnd theyll forever beI aint on some "Oh, Im celebrity"I deal with the real, so if its artificial, let it beI seen people caught in love like whirlwindsListening to they squalls and listenin to they girlfriendsThats exactly the point where they whole world endsLies come in, thats where the drama beginsAnd she like....yoChorus