Credits

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And now I'm sittin' home mindin' my business
Oh, tell me what is this?
And why my phone just ringin' off the hook
And if they talkin' 'bout my baby, look
See I ain't got a whole lotta time
To deal with a whole lotta mess
Tellin' me my baby's in the club
And she's doin' that and doin' this
But if you took the same energy
That you put in towards me
Then you would have far less time
To worry 'bout me and mine
And if she's doin' her thing in the streets
You ain't gotta run and tell me
I don't really wanna know
'Cause what I don't know won't worry me
You ain't gotta run and tell me
I don't really wanna know
And now my patience is runnin' real thin
I'm hearin' talk from who I thought was my friends
Oh, but what they all fail to see
Is this is where I choose to be
And although I may seem blind, a step or two slow
Don't mean I can't feel, don't mean I don't know
And if I don't ask, you ain't gotta say
Go on, let her live, let the girl play
Been through so much with this woman
And I ain't always done what's right
But I know what you do in the dark
Oh, it sure come through in the light, oh
And if she's doin' her thing in the streets
You ain't gotta run and tell me
I don't really wanna know
'Cause what I don't know won't worry me
You ain't gotta run and tell me
I don't really wanna know
You think I don't know, I don't care
We've had our bumpy ride, but now I'm happy here
And if she's doin' her, and she can get away
Still takin' care of home, then what can I say?
Misery loves company, now they tryna come for me
Bringin' trouble to my door, and I don't really wanna know
I'm good with it, let her go and get it
I keep my eyes closed, so I won't feel it
And if she's doin' her thing in the streets
You ain't gotta run and tell me
I don't really wanna know
'Cause what I don't know won't worry me
You ain't gotta run and tell me
I don't really wanna know
Ooh, ooh
Written by: Bob Perry, Borahm Lee, Gintas Janusonis, Joshua Werner, Tre Williams, Wes Mingus, Wilbur Gaddis
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