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He Loves You Not (Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Frank
David Frank
Keyboards
Steve Kipner
Steve Kipner
Keyboards
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Remixer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
H. Ousley
H. Ousley
Composer
David Martin Frank
David Martin Frank
Songwriter
Pamela Sheyne
Pamela Sheyne
Songwriter
Steve Kipner
Steve Kipner
Songwriter
David Frank
David Frank
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Frank
David Frank
Producer
Steve Kipner
Steve Kipner
Producer
Wassim Zreik
Wassim Zreik
Assistant Engineer
Debbie Hammond
Debbie Hammond
Associate Producer
Kenny Burns
Kenny Burns
Associate Producer
Vincent Herbert
Vincent Herbert
Associate Producer
Andre Harrell
Andre Harrell
Executive Producer
Dave Way
Dave Way
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Freeland
Ryan Freeland
Recording Engineer
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Mixing Engineer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Executive Producer

Lyrics

(Feat. Puff Daddy, Black Rob) [Puffy] I see clearly now Bad Boy, ready Dream We rock the beat And we rock the beat I see clearly now And we rock the beat 26, Bad Boy baby Remix [Dream] Pullin' petals off a flower, tryna get your way Keep pullin' 'til it tells what you wanna say Girl you can pick a field full of daisies But he'd still be my baby I know you can hardly wait 'til I'm away from him Instinctively, I know what you're thinking You'll be giving him an open invitation But my baby won't be takin' it, no [1] - You can pout your cherry lips Try to tempt him with a sweet kiss You can flirt your pretty eyes Cuz he ain't got his hands tied [2] - No chains to unlock So free to do what he wants He's into what he's got He loves me, he loves you not No matter what you do He's never gonna be with you He's into what he's got He loves me, he loves you not [Puffy] I can see clearly now [Dream] You're the kind of girl that's always up for do or dare Only want him because he's there Always lookin' for a new ride The grass is greener on the other side You're the kind of girl who's not used to hearin' no All your lovers try to take you where you wanna go Doesn't matter how hard you try You're never gonna get with my guy [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2] [Black Rob] [Puffy] Yo, yo, I wake up in the morning for the breakfast in bed (uh huh) And wind up with the breakfast and head You fire hot, you get the Lexus in red (uh huh) But you know I'm ghetto like? Christians and bread? (a week) Tradin' the moon and the sun (yeah) For hard work and fun (that's right) You know it ain't no rest And why you stressin' me, huh (why you stressin' me, huh) I love you like Kung Fu and new ones Don't worry about Susan, cuz you the one (you the one) I make that spinach somewhere in Venice (bounce) I don't mean to ignore you, I put you in the fence (come on) I ain't got time for hotlines Probably a hot nine, you think and I find (take it, heh) Oh contrare, I won't flare Catch me on Con Air, causin' a bomb scare So much cream, my thumb green A million scene reminds me of a dream [Repeat 2 to fade (with Puffy ad-libing)]
Writer(s): David Frank, Stephen Kipner, Pamela Sheyne, Harold Ousley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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