Why
[Ross:]With the ghetto in my rear view , you are my every tomorrow.The world is ours... Mary J. Blige
[Mary J Blige:]I’ve been lying in my bed, crying til my eyes are redWe both said that things will changeBut it’s still the same shade of grayI get mad you walk awayWhen did it all just start to fadeI know you’re fed up so am IBut we just can’t say goodbyeBoy, you know I love youBut I just can’t go on no moreFeelin this way
[Chorus:]You got me sayin’ why, why, why?Can’t we get it right?Just can’t get it rightDon’t know why, why, why?Can’t we get it rightNo matter how hard we try
[Rick Ross:]I got her looking at me sidewaysLive every night like it’s a FridayMy conversations are so monumentalLicking on her ear, I’m whispering a couple riddlesShe fell in love with my techniqueI made her call me boss when in the bedsheetsWe both coming from the same placeAll in her both coming at the same placeStill on my dope boy swagTop down on my Cam’ron, Oh boy swagPlayed the hand we were dealt from the beginning, babyYou the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby
[Chorus:]Got me sayin’ why, why, why?Can’t we get it right?Just can’t get it rightDon’t know why, why, why?Can’t we get it rightNo matter how hard we try
[Mary J Blige:]Why can’t we turn love aroundWe build it up to break it downIf you knew the way I feelYou would know that this love is realBut live in heaven, go to hell thenGo right back,uh, what's the lessonTired of stressin’, get the messageI can’t live in this depression no moreBoy, you know I love youBut I just can’t go on feeling like this no more
[Chorus:]Got me sayin’ why, why, why?Can’t we get it right?Just can’t get it rightDon’t know why, why, why?Can’t we get it rightNo matter how hard we try
Back on my own again (back on my own, back on my own)I don’t want this to end (I don’t want it to end)But baby I need a friend (I need, I need) to show me some loveAnd I think it should be you baby
[Rick Ross:]I love this part right here, look where we came from Mary
[Mary J. Blige:] (I just want you to show me, to show me some love yeah)
[Rick Ross:]Characteristics of a charismatic nigga, 20 million on a villa, what’s illaWe livin’, lil boys gotta work at thatGettin’ cash, so I snatch my girl a perfume bagBlowin kisses out the drop top, that nigga got gwopStay in ya house when the block hotMakin love that will not stop,Bed sheets to the countertopDiamonds my baby down to rock