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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia Cole
Vocals
Ron Fair
Ron Fair
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia Cole
Songwriter
Nikeshia Briscoe
Nikeshia Briscoe
Composer
Rapheal Akinyemi
Rapheal Akinyemi
Composer
Ron Fair
Ron Fair
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia Cole
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ron Fair
Ron Fair
Producer
The Outsyders
The Outsyders
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know what I wonder sometime?
Like, do you know how far we can go
If you could only believe in me?
Yeah, imagine that
[Verse 2]
Did you know that I, that when I say when I
(Told you I loved you, loved you)
And did you know I was really sincere when I couldn't go
Creepin', creepin' around?
And everything that I told you, I'd be for you I could really
Be for you, baby
Just give me, give me, give me a chance
[Verse 3]
Let me show you (Show you)
How I really feel, really feel (Feel for you)
You are everything (You are everything)
[Verse 4]
Yeah
Oh-oh (Got me singin'), yeah -yea (Oh-oh)
Oh-oh, yeah -yea
Oh-oh (Can you hear me?), yeah -yea (Baby)
Oh-oh, yeah -yea
[Verse 5]
So do you know I really wanna be here for you anytime you call on me, baby?
And did you know that we could be anything we want if you
(Only could believe in us, and)
Give me your love, don't (No, no, don't)
Baby, don't walk out, just give me a chance, yeah and
[Verse 6]
Let me show you (Show you, yeah)
How I really feel, really feel (Really feel for you, yeah)
You are everything, yeah (Baby boy, yeah)
[Verse 7]
Oh-oh, yeah -yea
Oh-oh, yeah -yea
Oh-oh, yeah -yea
Oh-oh, yeah -yea
[Verse 8]
She says, "Nas, show me the inside of your Benz"
I'm just tryin' to show you trust and the beauty of bein' friends
They just wanna love you and leave you, cut it and sleaze you
Tell the world how they beat you
I'm tryin' to show you something deeper
Movie night at the crib, double feature
Turn off your phone, you can moan
We in the love makin' marathon
You hit notes you never known
In the streets, I need chrome and ammunition
But at home, you just want me to listen
Check it, your friends is hatin' 'cause they feel the datin'
Messin' with your concentration
And it kills 'em that I'm your fascination
Picture life as my wife, just think
Full length sable, seven carats in your navel
Ballers inside the club try to send you they best
Put tattoos on your chest spellin' N-A-S
Tannin', no bikini in the sands of Fiji, Miami
In my Lamborghini KC, believe me
[Verse 9]
That's why you got me sayin'
Oh-oh, yeah -yea (Come on, baby)
Oh-oh (I know you hear me), yeah -yea (I know you hear me)
[Verse 10]
Yeah, you know, all I needed you to do was believe in us
You know what I'm sayin'?
Guess that's the way love goes
Oh, oh, oh, baby
Written by: K. Cole, Nikeshia Briscoe, Rapheal Akinyemi
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