You Got Me

The Roots

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You Got Me

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[Chorus x2: Erykah Badu] If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me [Verse 1: Black Thought] Somebody told me that this planet was small We used to live in the same building, on the same floor And never met before until I'm overseas on tour And peeped this Ethiopian queen from Philly takin' classes abroad She studyin' film and photo; flash, focus, record Said she workin' on a flick, and could my clique do the score? She said she loved my show in Paris at Élysée Montmartre And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart We knew from the start that things fall apart and tend to shatter She like, "That shit don't matter", when I get home, get at her Through letter, phone, whatever; let's link, let's get together Shit, you think not? Think the Thought went home and forgot? Time passed, we back in Philly, now she up in my spot Tellin' me the things I'm tellin' her is makin' her hot Started buildin' with her constantly 'round-the-clock Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep tellin' me… [Chorus x2: Erykah Badu] If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me [Verse 2: Black Thought + Eve] Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight And sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night And that's when she flip and get on some old… Another lonely night Seem like I'm on the side, you only lovin' your mic I know you gotta get that paper, daddy, keep that shit tight But, yo, I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me? While politickin' with my sister from New York City She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty—psych I'm playin', boo, you know it's just with you I'm stayin', boo And when cats be poppin' game, I don't hear what they sayin', boo When you out there in the world, I'm still your girl With all my classes, I don't have the time for life's thrills So when you sweatin' on stage, think of me when you rhyme And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind Yeah, so what you sayin'? I can trust you? Is you crazy?! You my king, for real But sometimes relationships get ill, no doubt... [Chorus x2: Erykah Badu] If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me [Verse 3: Black Thought] That snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat That's whisperin', "She tryin' to play you for the fool, Black" If something's on your chest, then let it be known See, I'm not your every-five-minutes-all-on-the-phone And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact That people bite back and fracture what's intact And they'll forever be, I ain't on some "Oh, I'm a celebrity!" I deal with the real, so if it's artificial, let it be I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds Listenin' to they squads and listenin' to girlfriends That's exactly the point where they whole world ends Lies come in, that's where that drama begins, and she like… [Chorus x5: Erykah Badu] If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or...