Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
With you and I
I spent some time alone
We can call it depression
Or we can call it obsession
The fact that I done been stressin' about you
Yeah you, who da' hell is you
Why you on my mind
Why you got my heart racin' all the time
Why you wanna play these games
How come you don't feel the same
How come every time I come around
You hangin' wit some lames
I been tryna' earn your trust but you treat me like a bust
Can we spread our wings and fly
I just wanna treat you right
You needa' man witta' plan and some bands
All these lames, they just fans
Can we ball, pick and roll
Hit the lane, give and go
Imma scorer, you my goal
Shooters shoot, yeah you know
I don't wanna see you cry
Cause I been givin' up on love and I don't know why
Ever since you came around
I been tryin' to make you mine
You be feelin' as though I'm lyin'
Or I'm tryna' waste your time
I just gotta few questions baby, can I know why
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
With you and I
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' you tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu'
(With you and I)
(Yeah)
Baby can we fly now
(Yeah)
Roll a blunt and get high now
(Yeah)
I guess somethin' we can try
Baby, I can't even lie
In your love, I would die
Free fallin' from the sky
I don't wanna see you cry now
(Yeah)
I swear that these niggas, they ain't much
Little Debbie gotchu' caked up
Arch your back from the waist up
We gon' ball just to lay up
Man I love it when they hate us
The lovers starin' but don't say much
Posin' pictures justa' frame us
They don't knowda' game
I swear that these thots ain't the same
Not one can come creep in your lane
They don't know your pain
They think that it adds to your fame
But dollas' didn't make you change
So girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu'
Tell now
Girl wontchu'
Girl wontchu' tell me
Tell me
Tell
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Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
With you and I
I spent some time alone
We can call it depression
Or we can call it obsession
The fact that I done been stressin' about you
Yeah you, who da' hell is you
Why you on my mind
Why you got my heart racin' all the time
Why you wanna play these games
How come you don't feel the same
How come every time I come around
You hangin' wit some lames
I been tryna' earn your trust but you treat me like a bust
Can we spread our wings and fly
I just wanna treat you right
You needa' man witta' plan and some bands
All these lames, they just fans
Can we ball, pick and roll
Hit the lane, give and go
Imma scorer, you my goal
Shooters shoot, yeah you know
I don't wanna see you cry
Cause I been givin' up on love and I don't know why
Ever since you came around
I been tryin' to make you mine
You be feelin' as though I'm lyin'
Or I'm tryna' waste your time
I just gotta few questions baby, can I know why
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
With you and I
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' you tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu'
(With you and I)
(Yeah)
Baby can we fly now
(Yeah)
Roll a blunt and get high now
(Yeah)
I guess somethin' we can try
Baby, I can't even lie
In your love, I would die
Free fallin' from the sky
I don't wanna see you cry now
(Yeah)
I swear that these niggas, they ain't much
Little Debbie gotchu' caked up
Arch your back from the waist up
We gon' ball just to lay up
Man I love it when they hate us
The lovers starin' but don't say much
Posin' pictures justa' frame us
They don't knowda' game
I swear that these thots ain't the same
Not one can come creep in your lane
They don't know your pain
They think that it adds to your fame
But dollas' didn't make you change
So girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu'
Tell now
Girl wontchu'
Girl wontchu' tell me
Tell me
Tell
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
With you and I
I spent some time alone
We can call it depression
Or we can call it obsession
The fact that I done been stressin' about you
Yeah you, who da' hell is you
Why you on my mind
Why you got my heart racin' all the time
Why you wanna play these games
How come you don't feel the same
How come every time I come around
You hangin' wit some lames
I been tryna' earn your trust but you treat me like a bust
Can we spread our wings and fly
I just wanna treat you right
You needa' man witta' plan and some bands
All these lames, they just fans
Can we ball, pick and roll
Hit the lane, give and go
Imma scorer, you my goal
Shooters shoot, yeah you know
I don't wanna see you cry
Cause I been givin' up on love and I don't know why
Ever since you came around
I been tryin' to make you mine
You be feelin' as though I'm lyin'
Or I'm tryna' waste your time
I just gotta few questions baby, can I know why
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me what's goin' on
With you and I
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' you tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
(Tell me what's goin' on)
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu'
(With you and I)
(Yeah)
Baby can we fly now
(Yeah)
Roll a blunt and get high now
(Yeah)
I guess somethin' we can try
Baby, I can't even lie
In your love, I would die
Free fallin' from the sky
I don't wanna see you cry now
(Yeah)
I swear that these niggas, they ain't much
Little Debbie gotchu' caked up
Arch your back from the waist up
We gon' ball just to lay up
Man I love it when they hate us
The lovers starin' but don't say much
Posin' pictures justa' frame us
They don't knowda' game
I swear that these thots ain't the same
Not one can come creep in your lane
They don't know your pain
They think that it adds to your fame
But dollas' didn't make you change
So girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu' tell
Girl wontchu' tell me
Girl wontchu'
Tell now
Girl wontchu'
Girl wontchu' tell me
Tell me
Tell
Writer: Charleston Pittman, Jailan Williams, Vincent Whaley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid