[Hook: Jill Scott]
If you were worried bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
If you were worried bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Somebody told me that this planet was small
We used to live in the same building on the same floor
And never met before until I'm overseas on tour
And peeped this Ethiopian queen from Philly taking classes abroad
She studying film and photo, flash, focus, record
Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score
She said she loved my show in Paris at Elysee Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter
She like that shit don't matter when I get home get at her
Through letter, phone whatever, let's link, let's get together
Shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot
Time passed, we back in Philly now she up in my spot
Telling me the things I'm telling her is making her hot
Starting building with her constantly round the clock
Now she in my world like hip-hop and keep telling me
If you were worried bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
If you were worried bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby don't worry you know that you got me
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Somebody told me that this planet was small
We used to live in the same building on the same floor
And never met before until I'm overseas on tour
And peeped this Ethiopian queen from Philly taking classes abroad
She studying film and photo, flash, focus, record
Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score
She said she loved my show in Paris at Elysee Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter
She like that shit don't matter when I get home get at her
Through letter, phone whatever, let's link, let's get together
Shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot
Time passed, we back in Philly now she up in my spot
Telling me the things I'm telling her is making her hot
Starting building with her constantly round the clock
Now she in my world like hip-hop and keep telling me
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