Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mario
Mario
Vocals
Eric Dawkins
Eric Dawkins
Background Vocals
Damon Thomas
Damon Thomas
Performer
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Songwriter
Damon Thomas
Damon Thomas
Songwriter
Eric Dawkins
Eric Dawkins
Songwriter
Antonio Lamar Dixon
Antonio Lamar Dixon
Songwriter
Johnnie Newt
Johnnie Newt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave "Natural Love" Russell
Dave "Natural Love" Russell
Mixing Engineer
Dabling "Hobby Boy" Harward
Dabling "Hobby Boy" Harward
Recording Engineer
Kevin Mahoney
Kevin Mahoney
Assistant Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
The Underdogs
The Underdogs
Producer

Letras

It's kinda crazy babe, how I remember things Like where you came from and how you had nothin' I went and made you fly, put extras on your ride Didn't miss a birthday, now you can't even remember mine You made it clear to me (you wasn't down for me) Love made me blind, baby (but now I see) You had things up your sleeve (ho) don't even lie to me I even heard it from your family How could you let somebody lay where I laid? How could you give him everything that we made? How could you call him all the names that you used to call me? How could you, how could you just forget about me? How could you teach him all the things I taught you? How could you put him on to the ghetto Kama Sutra? How could you put me in the back and give him the front seat? How could you, how could you just forget about me? You must be out your mind, you got a lot of nerve To think that I'm gon' chill after all the shit I heard I damn near carried you, I could've married you Good thing I found out 'fore I bought that seven-karat for you I know you're sick about (the way I found you out) Go 'head and pack it out (I hope he's got room in his house) You should have thought of me before you hopped in them sheets Damn I can't believe that you did this to me, baby How could you let somebody lay where I laid? How could you give him everything that we made? How could you call him all the names that you used to call me? How could you, how could you just forget about me? How could you teach him all the things I taught you? How could you put him on to the ghetto Kama Sutra? How could you put me in the back and give him the front seat? How could you, how could you just forget about me? Girl, I tried to give you everything Can't believe the ways you repaid me Girl, you had it all But I guess my all wasn't good enough for you Baby I've accepted it, and I ain't gon' trip Girl, I'm moving on Sometimes I can't help but think, that another man's Gonna get the one I made for me How could you let somebody lay where I laid? How could you give him everything that we made? How could you call him all the names that you used to call me? How could you, how could you just forget about me? How could you teach him all the things I taught you? How could you put him on to the ghetto Kama Sutra? How could you put me in the back and give him the front seat? How could you, how could you just forget about me? How could you? (How could you, how could you just go and lay there?) (How could you, how could you give him everything?) How could you girl? How could you? (How could you, how could you call him names like that?) Ooh (How could you babe? How could you babe?) How could you?
Writer(s): Eric D. Dawkins, Damon E. Thomas, Antonio Lamar Dixon, Johnnie V. Newt, Harvey Jay Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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