Boyz 2 Men lyrics

[Intro: Burth Dawson & Boyz II Men]
Darlin', I, I can't explain
Where did we lose our way
Girl it's drivin' me insane
And I know I just need one more chance
To prove my love to you
And if you come back to me
I'll guarantee that I'll never let you go
Can we go back to the days our love was strong?
Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?
Can somebody tell me how to get things back the way they use to be?
Oh God give me a reason
I'm down on bended knee
Uh, nah
Uh, can't hear myself, uh, but it's cool
Uh, Butchy, woah, check
I don't need to know, I'ma just go at it
I'ma just go at a motherf*cker
I'll go at a motherf*cker, motherf*ckers I'll go at
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Butchy

[Verse 1: Butch Dawson]
Okay, what up? Okay, what up?
On my sh*t, put my foot up
Work that wrist, watch me cook up
Where's your b*tch? Damn, I took her
Okay, what up? Okay, what up?
Don't just run up, gotta put the gun up
Okay, what up? Grind 'til the sun up
All-black Hummer, smokin' on stunna
Too stone cold get froze by frigidaire
K visionaries got fled from the gutter
All black timbs and potato, bread butter
Stompin' your click, I do sh*t that you couldn't
Okay, what up? It's no other
Still with the gang, but I'm solo, brother
Funny how black is considered as colored
Okay, what up? Okay, what up?
Butchy, baby, don't lose yourself
You would do you if you knew yourself
Butcher doing n*ggas like the man
Still catchin' heat like a tan
Okay, what up? What's the plan?
We mobbin', we robbin', we raging, damn
I aim at you scholars, my sh*t won't jam
Then hand with my partners, yeah, that's the fam
[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA]
In this motherf*cker

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
Ayy, Moonwalk on a n*gga face
Slap your man, then I catch the eighth
Two chains on my side piece
I know real shottas, they don't f*ck with Drake
Tellin' on me 'cause I'm keepin' pace
Sus boys always take the bait
Sissy n*ggas got no hope
Hittin' high notes when they catch a case
Damn boy, how much bread you made?
Veteran but you never paid
Trinidadian or Dominican
I'm protected when I'm going out of state
Double up, b*tch, I guess I'm Ace
Real ass, but the hair fake
Once again, I'm in another state
With another gun in your n*gga face
Call me Mikey Dread, sippin' suda fed
Whoop a n*gga like case then
Talkin' to the feds, hit him with the lead
Take his picture like a license
This expensive sh*t, a different kind of lick
My trigger finger itching, right hand
f*ck a scraper boy like him
I'm spinnin' on him like bison
[Outro: Freaky]
I'm no Bounty, paper towel, ayy, ow
Spit dribbling on myself
Sight of me make you say
Boy, you needs to make you say
Boy, look at yourself
I don't know a god dang thing about mental health