Mary J. Blige Follow

Yo what up this Wyclef with Mary J about
to serenade this girls with my acoustic guitar
Yo fellas having problems with your chicks I
want you right now
To turn the lights down low pull your girl
up next to you I want to sing them this song

If death comes for me tonight girl
I want you to know that I loved you
And though right now I tough I wouldn’t dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears

So tell the police I ain’t home tonight
Messing around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes eh
You’re worth that sacrifice yeah yeah

If this is the kind of love my mom used to warn me about
Man I’m in trouble I’m in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man I’m in trouble I’m in real big...I need ya to do me a favor

Someone please call 911
Tell them I’ve just been shot down and the bullets in my heart
And it’s piercing through my soul
Feel my body getting cold
So cold so cold
Someone please call 911
The alleged assailant is five foot one
And she shot me through my soul
Feel my body getting cold

Mary
So cold
Sometimes I fell like I’m a prisoner
I think I’m strapped here for a while yeah yeah
And every breath I fight to taaa-aake
It’s as hard as the four walls I’m wan-na break
I told the cops he wasn’t here tonight
Messing around with me is gonna get you life oh yeah yeah
But every time I look into your eyes
Man it’s worth the sacrifice uuhh

If this heres the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Mary you’re in trouble (I’m in real big trouble)
you’re in real big trouble (lord knows I’m in trouble)
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I’m in trouble I’m in real big

You got anything to say girl
Someone please call 911 yeah yeah
Tell them I’ve just I got shot down Tell them Mar just got shot down
And it’s piercing through my soul (I’m losing blood, ya'll)
Feel my body getting cold
So cold so cold
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailant was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body getting cold
(he didn’t care, he didn’t worry, he didn’t wonder)
Wyclef Mary J blige
I'm feelin ya girl, I understand.