The Roots - You Got Me (Jill Scott Version) lyrics

[Hook: Jill Scott] If you were worried bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry you know that you got me [Verse 1: Black Thought] Somebody told me that this planet was small We used to live in the same building on the same floor And never met before until I'm overseas on tour And peeped this Ethiopian queen from Philly taking cla**es abroad She studying film and photo, flash, focus, record Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score She said she loved my show in Paris at Elysee Montmartre And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart We knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter She like that sh** don't matter when I get home get at her Through letter, phone whatever, let's link, let's get together sh** you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot Time pa**ed, we back in Philly now she up in my spot Telling me the things I'm telling her is making her hot Starting building with her constantly round the clock Now she in my world like hip-hop and keep telling me [Hook: Jill Scott] If you were worried bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry you know that you got me [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo I'm the type that's always catching a flight And sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night And that's when she flip and get on some 'ol [Eve] ...Another lonely night Seem like I'm on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper Daddy keep that sh** tight But yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me While politicking with my sister from New York City She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty Psych, I'm playing boo, you know it's just wit you I'm staying boo And when cats be popping game I don't hear what they sayin boo When you out there in the world I'm still your girl With all my cla**es I don't have the time for life's thrills So when you sweating on stage think of me when you rhyme And don't be listening to your homies, they be leaving you blind [Black] Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? [Eve] Is you crazy, you my king for real [Both] But sometimes relationships get ill [Eve] No doubt [Hook: Jill Scott] [Verse 3: Black Thought] That snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat That's whispering she trying to play you for the fool Black If something's on your chest then let it be known See I'm not at you every five minutes all on the phone And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact That people bite back and fracture what's intact And they'll forever be, I ain't on some oh I'm a celebrity I deal with the real, so if it's artificial let it be I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds Listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends That's exactly the point where their whole world ends Lies come in, that's where that drama begins, and she like [Hook: Jill Scott]