I never been a gambler

I stay on the safe side

You knowSo, I know I′m alright

But all of that's forgotten when

I′m looking into your eyes

I'm happily out on a limb

You pull me out from inside

Love

You show me what it feels like

No guarantee of anything

So, all my love is on the line

But I let it ride

I let it ride

I let it ride

I let it ride

It's easier than ever now

To walk away with no sight

I know

You′ll make sure I′m alright

My heart is always winning if

I have you in my mind

I'd happily do anything

If I know I′m by your side

You

You show me what it feels like

No guarantee of anything

So, all my love is on the line

But I let it ride

I let it ride

I let it ride

I let it ride

But only for you

Just you

I let it ride

I let it ride

I let it ride

Let it ride

I let it ride

I let it ride

(I let it ride)

(Let it...)

(I let it ride)

Robert Glasper!

Hey man, it's your boy, Wayne Brady!

Hey, I′m still trying to get on the record, brother!

Hey, so, I'm thinking, either I′ll sing something

You know like, I'll sing something like Erykah Badu did on the last one

Be like...

Key change!...

Ok, no?

Or I gave you some gangsta shit, check it, it's freestylin′:

Folks don′t know about Wayne Brady

Born and raised right on Crenshaw

Big six-foot-tall chocolate dude

Runnin' around in nothing but his draws breakin′ the law

Over there making them bass notes like Lou Rawls

Just too tight, what's that sound?

That′s the sound of my two click-clacking balls

As they bounce off the walls and it echoes down the halls

Look at me running over there buying everything up in the malls

And I just bought three ponies and put 'em right in the stalls

After that was finished, I went to the Taj Mahal

Ring, ring, that′s my cell phone, I think I just got a call

Oh, oh, you know, I'm gonna stop

Cuz that boy's too hot, that boy′s too hot

Who else can do that for you?

Who else is gonna give you that real gangsta shit, Robert?

Call me back