[Intro: Black Thought]
Uh (Go on, girl)
We gettin' started
[Chorus: D'Angelo, Black Thought]
Comin' to break you off (We gettin' start-started)
(We gettin' started, we) Comin' to break you off
(We gettin' started, we gettin' start-started)
Comin' to break you off
(We gettin' started, comin' to break you, uh)
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Bad Misses, Throwin raspberry kisses on me
You looking for direction
Girl, I feel your vision on me
Just don't let him see you sweatin'
We ain't s'posed to be involved
Knowin' when we get it off, girl, I mean it all
Keepin' you fiendin' 'til you taking it tossed
And when I'm breakin' it off
It's no denying the fact it's wrong
'Cause you got a man who's probably playing his part
You probably breakin' his heart
He trying to figure the reason you're gone
Is it because he's superficial
Or is he too submissive
Or did I come along and hit you with the futuristic?
Or is it 'cause you really couldn't see a future with him?
All he 'bout is paper, never took the time with you to listen
You want it gripped up, flipped, and thrown
And get stripped and shown the way to get in the zone
Of course, dealing with this you won't be takin' a loss
You need to leave him alone
And roll with the one who breakin' you off
We gettin' started, girl
Uh (Go on, girl)
We gettin' started
[Chorus: D'Angelo, Black Thought]
Comin' to break you off (We gettin' start-started)
(We gettin' started, we) Comin' to break you off
(We gettin' started, we gettin' start-started)
Comin' to break you off
(We gettin' started, comin' to break you, uh)
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Bad Misses, Throwin raspberry kisses on me
You looking for direction
Girl, I feel your vision on me
Just don't let him see you sweatin'
We ain't s'posed to be involved
Knowin' when we get it off, girl, I mean it all
Keepin' you fiendin' 'til you taking it tossed
And when I'm breakin' it off
It's no denying the fact it's wrong
'Cause you got a man who's probably playing his part
You probably breakin' his heart
He trying to figure the reason you're gone
Is it because he's superficial
Or is he too submissive
Or did I come along and hit you with the futuristic?
Or is it 'cause you really couldn't see a future with him?
All he 'bout is paper, never took the time with you to listen
You want it gripped up, flipped, and thrown
And get stripped and shown the way to get in the zone
Of course, dealing with this you won't be takin' a loss
You need to leave him alone
And roll with the one who breakin' you off
We gettin' started, girl
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