THE BROOKLYN TABERNACLE CHOIR - He'll Welcome Me lyrics

(feat. Elizabeth "Yummy" Bingham)

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus to end]