Special - De La Soul, Elizabeth "Yummy" Bingham

It’s gotta be you, it’s gotta be right

No time for games, it’s gotta be tight

I just want this to be special, special

If it’s gonna be you, it’s gotta be right

No time for games in my life

I just want this to be special, special

This is like the third time ya said you was through

I’m beggin' ya back, we loud in the parking lot causin' a scene

Campaignin' like the love ain’t have no resident here

Still I stay all in the cabin

Although I know we’ve seen enough of good days and dirt

You cut me just to nurse me back but damn I’d understand it

You gave ya all and I just gave it up

Put the truck in ya name

Damn ya should’ve known I was liability

Ignorin' the ways you would dress for a nigga

Express to a nigga I heard jibber and jabber

My apologies I left the wrong man to conduct

Take these jewels for the inconvience and neglect

You expect the worst of it

But I realize that I owe you more than explaination

I got my life in a box, what I’m supposin' is a joint account

It’s cash on it, let’s take our lil' business and incorporate it

It’s me and you girl

First of all love, your soul caller

Before me helped create and shape your distorted image

See every man don’t play or even scrimmage

That’s a lie but I’m try to be that only one

You look to, to make you smile

First you need to check my files

Understand I play the partners sterotypical man

An regret the pain I may have left to flame

My people say «Yo that’s a fine girl ya mess with»

But I told em' we havin' a mess

Ya charm must have calluses from the grip

That it has on my heart that I ain’t tryin' to rip

But by now we both should know

That it’s no longer where ya at but where we tryin' to go

So do ya background checks so I can pass through these borders

And stamp my name on a lil' man or a daughter

Come on girl