You Got Me

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, it's my world and the world is small
We used to live in the same building, on the same floor
Never met before until I'm overseas on tour
Peeped this Ethiopian queen from Philly taking classes abroad
Studying film and photo, flash, focus, record
Said she working on a flick and needed help with her score
Said she loved my show in Paris at Elysee Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage with a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart and just shatter
She like, "It don't matter."
When I get home, get at her through letter, phone, whatever
Let's link, let's get together
Shit, you think not, like I went home and forgot?
Time passed, now we in Philly, now she up in my spot
Telling me the shit 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
Telling me...

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