LYRICS
作曲 : Saba/Ernest Wilson
I'm doing yoga, stretching it, pep in my step and shit
Inhale, exhale in the movement, lately the only
Way I be ending my day is to take a mat and then lay on it
Wake and think on what you grateful for
Well, today I woke up and ain't in a coma
As simple as that, intuition in tact
And she wanna know what I'm thinking of
Okay, I'm thinking of me and you getting out
I'm thinking next year get a bigger house
My homies did stretches, they sit 'em down
They been at home, but they different now
Any moment sentimental now
When you with the **** who was missing out
I was blessed I had the city out
Asking show promoters, "What's the ticket count?"
Do tadasana, just to talk ya
I'm an introvert but I'm popular, how the optics look?
My only goal was to keep my momma out of her pocketbook
Look at me and said, "Take a chance"
Take a chance
Like a barber with shaky hands
Shaky hands
We ain't did shit, but it's her plan to
Thank you in advance
What's really going on? (Huh?)
She wanna get me on the phone (Mm)
Where the fit come from? It's a mystery
I mean, really, I don't know
She went through hella shit alone
She want to play a couple songs
Made her say
I wanna know what I need you for
I wanna know what I need you for
Isn't this all the same?
What I heard her complain
She said, "I wanna know what I need you for
Baby, tell me what I need you for"
I know you do
What do I got to prove?
Because I wanna know
Baby, I wanna know you too
Gold chain on Darryl Dawkins
Leveled up like one of the final bosses
She wanna link like the sources, on research for her courses
I'm Godzilla on the Empire State
Westside Wizard, we're en route
They hear me loud and clear now
Ball in my court, call a ISO clear out
My uncles got beer guts, I don't fear much
I'm dipped like french toast sticks and syrups
Walk like I'm in the league
I made a winery outta hydrants in the street
Like Christ, I'd wash my enemies' feet
Let 'em step wrong and they amputees
Cash in hand or it'll be a casualty
So I'm running up the band like an athlete
But carefully, no man is a God
Fall short to creator like Khaled streams
She let me explore her like Sacajawea
While she was off a sack of weed
Still treated her like majesty
Accolades aren't tracked by a magazine
Twenty-one questions she asking me
Yet she still wanna know one more thing
What's really going on? (Huh?)
She wanna get me on the phone (Mm)
Where the fit come from? It's a mystery
I mean, really, I don't know
She went through hella shit alone
She want to play a couple songs
Made her say
I wanna know what I need you for
I wanna know what I need you for
Isn't this all the same?
What I heard her complain
She said, "I wanna know what I need you for
Baby, tell me what I need you for"
I know you do
What do I got to prove?
Because I wanna know
Baby, I wanna know you, too