Mary J. Blige Why lyrics

With the ghetto in my rear-view
You are my every tomorrow
The world is ours
Mary J. Blige

I've been loggin' in my bed
Cryin' 'til my eyes are red
We both said that things will change
But it's still the same shade of gray

I get mad, you walk away
When did it all just start to fade
I know you're fed up, so am I
But we just can't say goodbye

Boy, you know I love you
But I just can't go on no more
Feelin' this way

You got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right, just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right no matter how hard we try?

I got her lookin' at me sideways
Live every night like it's a Friday
Our conversations are so monumental
Lickin' on her ear, I'm whisperin' a couple riddles

She fell in love with my technique
I made her call me Boss when in the bed sheets
We both comin' from the same place
All in her, both comin' at the same place

Still on my dopeboy swag
Top down on my camera, oh boy swag
Played the hand we were dealt from the beginnin', baby
Ya the dealer, cut the deck while we winnin', baby

Got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right, just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right no matter how hard we try?


Why can't we turn love around
We build it up to break it down
If you knew the way I feel
You would know that this love is real

We live in heaven, go to hell then
Go right back across the lesson
Tired of stressin', get the message
I can't live in this depression no more

Boy, you know I love you
But I just can't go on feelin' like this no more

You got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right, just can't get it right
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right no matter how hard we try?

Back on my own again
I don't want this to end
But baby I need a friend
To show me some love
And I think it should be you, baby

[Incomprehensible]
Look what we came from Mary

Characteristics of a charismatic nigga
20 million on a villa, what's illa
We livin', little boys gotta work at that
Getting cash so I stash my girl a Birkin bag

Blowin' kisses out the drop top, ya'll nigga got guap
Stay in your house when the block up
Makin' love that would not stop
There she stood [Incomprehensible]

Hold your glasses up, baby
You're in presence of greatness
It's the queen of our time Mary J.