Just me and you, girl

Whoa, oh

Just me and you, girlWhoa, oh

Trying to sneak upstairs to your apartment

Aren′t you a sight for red eyes?

I just flew in and slipped in on your left side

Just a satin gown, you asleep with no makeup

I'm just tryna be inside you ′fore you wake up

Just me and you, girl

Whoa, oh

We had problems but it's all in the past

Everybody got problems, baby, algebra class

Remember I used to do things that'd make you laugh

Like orderin′ a girl drink in a masculine glass

You like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain

Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain

Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains

And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name

But they never let us do our thing

Everybody lying on who I bang

We was on fire but they blew our flame

Ain′t no denying, baby, you have changed

'Cause now your high heels clicking, your lip gloss glisten

Your hips start switching, you′re pissed off, tripping

'Cause even when we′re kissing, baby girl feel different

Friends all diss him like, "No, he didn't

No he didn′t, is you talking about Kitten?

Is that bitch still stripping?

Trying to get a pair of Christians?"

I swear to God that they got you going crazy

But you play it off and say, "How is work, baby?"

Well, some of the models is too coked up to walk straight

But seem to still love the man that they all hate

But, babe, I call you back and say that you say that always

And kept me on the phone and demanded they all wait

See, she knew about all my lies the whole time

And my credit's so bad, I can't get no one to cosign

I would′ve thought she would′ve bust in the door cryin'

But she upped and left a nigga, and she ain′t give me no sign

Now, she back in the club in a tight dress

With dreams of someday wearing a white dress

Seen with some lame, it's a miracle that she′d

Talk to a nigga with a ten-year-ago swag

Plus I don't like none of her girlfriends

Quote, unquote, "′Cause her girlfriends got girlfriends"

On the phone, hollin' that "niggas is whatever"

Let's fly to Euro and make this the best summer ever

Now she heading to Rome, Rome is the home

Rome is where she act like she ain′t got no fucking phone

I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown

So I can′t bitch and moan, in a session gettin' stoned

So a nigga had to hop on a plane

A bus and a train, to try to come and talk and explain

Rented the whole bottom floor for a candlelight dinner

Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her

And told her, "Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress

At first sight, I could picture you in a white dress"

30-foot train, diamond from Lorraine

Just to make up for all the years and the pain

Family on both sides, I′m so glad you came

Auntie couldn't make it, oh no, that′s a shame

Wedding in June, what could be better?

Let's fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever

Take the very last car of the Eurostar

Tell the conductor, "Just drive so far"

Told some of your friends and they wasn′t excited

Well, we gon' tour the countryside and they won't be invited

We will not be disturbed by the fussin′ and fighting

Tell Peaches light the herb ′cause we just reunited

Let's make a move from these herds, go somewhere in private

I′m talking just me and you and the plane and the pilot, uh

Just me and you, girl

Whoa, oh

Just me and you, girl

Whoa, oh