Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
Bobby Glenn
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Gibbs
Songwriter
Ralph Johnson
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Goldstein
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Picture all the possibilities
Picture all the possibilities
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song
[Intro]
The most incredible, baby
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
[Verse 1]
Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a niggagotta move like a crook move
We was together on the block since free lunch
We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch
We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first-class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches
Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
Was somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin' the mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down
I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside a **** so sick
[Chorus]
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let this song cry
[Chorus]
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
[Verse 2]
On repeat, the CD of BIG's, "Me and My Bitch"
Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand sayin', "Let me see that clip"
Shoppin' sprees, pull out your Visa, quick
Niggahad very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to the V.6
We was so happy poor, but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed and we got flipped
Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me
Used to tell their friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then they got fussy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you
[Chorus]
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
[Chorus]
Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make this song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
[Chorus]
A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was, oh, so special then
You have given away without gettin' at me
That's your fault, how many times you've forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a **** livin' was whack
But you don't get a **** back like that
[Verse 3]
Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had just like that
I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's gon' bad, she's gone forever
Mourn forever
Shit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever
[Chorus]
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let this song cry
[Chorus]
I know I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make this song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
[Outro]
It's fucked up, girl
Written by: Douglas Gibbs, J. Smith, Ralph Johnson, Shawn Carter