The Roots - You Got Me ft. Erykah Badu Edit

And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind

And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact

And peep this ethiopian queen from philly

And that i stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart

And that's when she flip and get on some...

And they'll forever be

Another loney night?

Baby don't worry, you know that you got me

Baby, don't worry you know that you got me

But sometimes, relationships get ill

Could be that cool cat that's whisperin'

I deal wit the real, so if it's artificial, let it be

I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight

If you don't worry 'bout where

Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don't matter

Is you crazy? you my king, for real

Lies come in, that's where the drama begins

Listening to they squalls and listenin' to they girlfriends

Now she in my world like hip hop, and keep telling me...

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Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score

See i'm not your every five minutes all on the phone

Seems like i'm on the side, you only lovin' your mic

She said she know this ball player, and he think i'm pretty

She studying film in photo flash focus record

She's trying to play you for the fool, black

So when you sweatin' on state, think of me when you rhyme

Taking classes abroad

Telling me the things i'm telling her is makin' her hot

That snake could be that chick or that rat

That's exactly the point where they whole world ends

Think that dog went home and forgot?

We knew from the start that things fall apart

What club i went to with my homies

What club i went to with my homies

While politickin' with my sister from new york city

With all my classes i don't have the time for life's thrills