I can't even think of things to do
         Wishin' all of my daydreams come true
         Now, baby, what am I to do?
         I think about yesterday
         Somebody was talkin' to me
         But I couldn't understand a word they said
         Not that I was tryin' to be rude
         But conversation couldn't make it through
         The thoughts of love I had for you...
         Baby your face takes up my time
         Because I can jus' see your face with mine
         I try to change my thoughts; it's a waste of time
         You keep my mind occupied
         Refrain.

         Tell me what am I to do?
         When I can only think of you
         Even when I have simple things to do
         Like talkin' on the telephone or watchin' TV when somethin's on
         If it ain't about you then what's the use?
         Refrain.

         What's up girl? You all grown up now....
         Doin' ya singin' thing the charts sewed up now
         Well you know I do my rap thing, I'm holdin' it down
         And I knew that me and you was gon' connect some how
         Your people called for this track, it ain't no trouble to me
         I dreamt that you and me got married on the WB
         You on channel 11; I carry the M-11
         RJ the reverened; it's a match made in heaven
         Whatever have you I let you know I'm from soundview
         Down til I found you I'm tryin' to be around you
         I'm still comin' up Chasin' the fame and wealth
         I could spoil you with time; you got everything else
         I'm still New York to the heart
         But got love for all When I first saw this girl
         Thought I wanted to fall
         Mean the hummer so stunnin'
         That my bod was tense
         And I wishin everyday that I was fresh like Prince
         Then I came across my man RJ parlayin' in a 6
         With Tatyana Ali playin'
         I heard Steely Dan "Black Cow" and went wild
         You tell me how can I get down
         That's when they threw me on the redeye to LA
         I dirtied my cash and peeps back
         And hit Shaq on the cellay
         Courtside seats so close that we could touch
         Tatyana and Lord and Peter Gunz
         Refrain...




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