[Intro: R. Kelly]
Together, baby…
Heavenly Father which art in heav¬en,
I pray that You keep this love together.
[Verse 1: Keyshia Cole]
I prayed about this for days,
But something told me
That you ain't changing,
No!
And I cried from the love that we made,
That's why it hurts me
Cuz we ain't growing
After all the things you put me through.
[Pre-Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
You done apologized so many times,
It's like a bro¬ken record.
And I'm starting to think that I hate you,
We were almost to the best part,
Best part.
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, it's niggas like you
That make it hard to love,
Make it hard to trust,
So hard.
Wit a nigga like you,
You make me want to cuss,
Burn up all your stuff,
And catch a charge
On a nigga like you.
Oh! Oooohhhh! (A nigga like you) [x8]
[Verse 2: Keyshia Cole]
I stayed away for so many days,
And something happened,
And I'm so afraid
That we won't ever be the same.
I wonder if you felt that way
When you did the same thing to me?
[Pre-Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
You done apologized so many times,
It's like a bro¬ken record.
And I'm starting to think that I hate you,
We were almost to the best part,
Best part.
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, it's niggas like you
That make it hard to love,
Make it hard to trust,
So hard.
Wit a nigga like you,
You make me want to cuss,
Burn up all your stuff,
And catch a charge
On a nigga like you.
Oh! Oooohhhh! (A nigga like you) [x8]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Everything played out like a ringtone,
Soft wet kiss¬es on your cheekbone,
I got a lot at steak like a T-bone,
Shorty, why you ain't got your ring on?
I've did a lot of things that was messed up,
As far as old girl I ain't care for her,
Forgis on my car that's what the f for,
I can pull a girl with no effort.
Come here,
Look at the don of the year.
That's me. Come fuck with the real.
I bought my girl some earrings,
Chandeliers in her ears,
And, yeah, I'm a boss and I don't have a beard.
They saying I'm weird,
I like all my fish pan seared.
Might have some lobster and cereal,
Breakfast in bed so, wake up,
Early in the morning no make up. (yeh)
There's a different be¬tween a main and a side-piece,
And you ain't never met another nigga like me.
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, it's niggas like you
That make it hard to love,
Make it hard to trust,
So hard.
Wit a nigga like you,
You make me want to cuss,
Burn up all your stuff,
And catch a charge
On a nigga like you.
Oh! Oooohhhh! (A nigga like you) [x8]