Why can't folks get along with one another
It was Jesus said you got to love your brother
No one seems to notice all the evil in the air
No one seems to really give a damn if it is there
Oh, what's this world comin' to
Hope for love, come on through, come on through
People finally get themselves together
Makin' life - Ooh - a whole lot better
Yeah, yeah
Some folks got a lot, and some are hungry
Well I said some folks have to live from day to day
Rich folks spend their time just countin' money
Poor folks really ain't got much to say
What's this world comin' to
Hope for love, come on through, come on through
I said now people finally get themselves together
Makin' life - Ooh - a whole lot better
Yeah, yeah
What's this world
Comin' to
What's this world
Comin' to
What's this world
Comin' to
What's this world
Comin' to
What's this world
Comin' to
What's this world
Comin' to
Oh people got to get their things together
Ain't no time to lose just time to die
All of us can make this world a better place to be
All of us can feel how good it feels to be free
Woah, what's this world comin' to
Hope for love, come on through, me and you
People got to get it together
Makin life - Ooh - A whole lot better[girls voice]
Boo, you know I love you
I'm always gonna be there for you
I'm never gonna cheat on you
I go to school, I go to work
You come home, I cook, I clean
I rub your feet, give you a nice back massage
Always honey, you're a king in my eyes
I don't give a shit what people gotta say about us
It's just me and you and you know it's always gonna be like that
Boo, I love you, always and forever..
(Chorus)
Yea, yea, yo,
Everybody knows that you're really a hoe,
So why you still tellin lies to me,
All my homies always told me you were phoney,
Callin me your one and only,
But you really tellin lies to me,
It's kinda funny, you be callin me you hubby,
Tellin everone you love me,
But you really tellin lies to me,
Honey why you tryin to play me like a dummy,
Frontin just to get my money,
When I know you tellin lies to me,
[Cuban Link]
Mami, you fly but you lie too much,
You not the type to trust,
You got'cha eyes on the prize tryin to ride the bus,
You like the plush life, but money cant buy true love,
You just a slut, right, 'cause every night you up in the clubs,
Shakin' you butt, gettin drunk, coming home fucked up,
If you dont want me then I might just find somebody who does,
You too much, I cant put up with it, you drivin me nuts,
You like to live it up when I'm the one supplyin the bucks,
I thought I knew who you was, but you changed,
The way you used to do things for me,
Now all you do is hang out with your friends,
Only call me to bore me wit all your fake phoney stories,
Talkin 'bout you up in Jackies house having a cup of coffee, C'MON?!
You know me better than that,
Always stay ahead of the pack,
Mad at the fact I didn't catch it from scratch,
Now that the cats out of the bag,
I'm lookin back at the past,
Silly bag, you neva loved me, you was after my cash..BIATCH!
(Chorus)
[Cuban Link]
Hey lady, remember