Mary J Blige - Why Feat Rick Ross Lyrics

With the ghetto in my rear view,
You are my every tomorrow
The world is ours,
Mary J. Blige

I've been longing in my bed,
Crying till my eyes are red
We both said that things would change
But it's still the same shade of gray
I get mad, you walk away
When did it all just start to fade?
I know you're fed up, so am I
But we just can't say goodbye
Boy, you know I love you
But I just can't go on no more
Feelin this way

You got me sayin' why, why, why
Can't we get it right?
Just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why
Can't we get it right
No matter how hard we try

I got her looking at me sideways
Live every night like it's a Friday
My conversations are so monumental
Licking on her ear, I'm whispering a couple riddles

She fell in love with my technique
I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets
We both coming from the same place
All in her both coming at the same place
Still on my dope boy swag
Top down on my Cam'ron, "Oh boy" swag
Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
You the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby

Got me sayin' why, why, why
Can't we get it right?
Just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why
Can't we get it right
No matter how hard we try

Why can't we turn love around?
We build it up to break it down
If you knew the way I feel
You would know that this love is real
But live in heaven, go to hell then
Go right back, across the lesson
Tired of stressin', get the message
I can't live in this depression no more
Boy, you know I love you
But I just can't go on feeling like this no more

Got me sayin' why, why, why
Can't we get it right?
Just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why
Can't we get it right
No matter how hard we try

Back on my own again
I don't want this to end
Baby, I need a friend
To show me some love
And I'm thinking it should be you, baby

Love this part right here
Look where we came from, Mary
I just want you, I just want you
To show me some love

Characteristics of a charismatic nigga,
20 million on a villa, what's illa?
We livin', lil boys gotta work at that
Gettin' cash,
So I snatch my girl a Birkin bag
Blowin kisses out the drop top, that nigga got Qwop
Stay in ya house when the block hot
Makin love that will not stop,
Bed sheets to the countertop
Diamonds my baby down to rock

Hold your glasses up, babies
We're on the presence of greatness
It's the queen of our time, Mary J