Reach Out (feat. Mary J. Blige)

DJ Hot Day

This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove

Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, awe baby

I see you standing there

So lost and all alone

I wanna take you in my arms

And tell you that you're home

I look into your eyes

I said I know you very well

I see a mirror of my life

A reflection of myself

3:45 a.m. can't sleep, can't dream

I'm stuck, money problems pop up

How will I survive?

Guess it's best to decide not to decide

So that's my decision

Whatever happens happens

I keep making my millions

Can see myself in Presidential campaign dinners

But I'm passing blunts around a bunch of gang members

When you're too hood to be in them Hollywood circles

And you're too rich to be in that hood that birthed you

And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest

And outgrow women you loved and thought you could stay with

Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror

And leave notes around for yourself to remember

I like to teach and build

With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil

All you need is some skill, then it's grind time

Imagination better than knowledge, says Einstein

It's all in the mind

Nasty the nicest, I'm somewhat of a psychic

Just one minute after it's heard

You all will recite it, you all'll repeat it

You'll call me a genius, if you didn't

Now that I said it I forced you to think it

Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moët

Bitch when you vision me, you vision the best

When I was young they called me Olu's son

Now he's Nas' father, I was the good seed

He was the wise gardener

This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove

Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, awe baby

Yo, beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my ****

Conservatives don't understand slang linguistics

The burbs talking like the hood will change with quickness

Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness

So what I rap about my riches and I'm ostentatious

Get out a gangsta's business, seems to me your thoughts are basic

Try to compare what you live to the life I master

See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after

Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces

White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation

The strip club scene favors Josephine Baker

Dope fiend neighbors, growing up I seen paper

I describe it, hope you can visualize it

This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project

When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites

Don't make me pull my Lottos out the closet

This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove

Reach out and touch the love that I have for you, awe baby

I see you standing there

So lost and all alone

I wanna take you in my arms

And tell you that you're home

I look into your eyes

I said I know you very well

I see a mirror of my life

A reflection of myself

You remind me, oh

Yes it's true baby, ah yeah

Ah-baby, ah-baby