| It’s gotta be you, it’s gotta be right |
| No time for games, it’s gotta be tight |
| I just want this to be special, special |
| If it’s gonna be you, it’s gotta be right |
| No time for games in my life |
| I just want this to be special, special |
| This is like the third time ya said you was through |
| I’m beggin' ya back, we loud in the parking lot causin' a scene |
| Campaignin' like the love ain’t have no resident here |
| Still I stay all in the cabin |
| Although I know we’ve seen enough of good days and dirt |
| You cut me just to nurse me back but damn I’d understand it |
| You gave ya all and I just gave it up |
| Put the truck in ya name |
| Damn ya should’ve known I was liability |
| Ignorin' the ways you would dress for a nigga |
| Express to a nigga I heard jibber and jabber |
| My apologies I left the wrong man to conduct |
| Take these jewels for the inconvience and neglect |
| You expect the worst of it |
| But I realize that I owe you more than explaination |
| I got my life in a box, what I’m supposin' is a joint account |
| It’s cash on it, let’s take our lil' business and incorporate it |
| It’s me and you girl |
| First of all love, your soul caller |
| Before me helped create and shape your distorted image |
| See every man don’t play or even scrimmage |
| That’s a lie but I’m try to be that only one |
| You look to, to make you smile |
| First you need to check my files |
| Understand I play the partners sterotypical man |
| An regret the pain I may have left to flame |
| My people say «Yo that’s a fine girl ya mess with» |
| But I told em' we havin' a mess |
| Ya charm must have calluses from the grip |
| That it has on my heart that I ain’t tryin' to rip |
| But by now we both should know |
| That it’s no longer where ya at but where we tryin' to go |
| So do ya background checks so I can pass through these borders |
| And stamp my name on a lil' man or a daughter |
| Come on girl |