Why (feat. Rick Ross)

(Maybach Music)
With the ghetto in my rearview
You are my every tomorrow
The world is ours
Mary J. Blige

I've been logging in my bed, crying 'til my eyes are red
We both said that things will change
But it's still the same shade of gray
I get mad, you walk away when it all just start to fade
I know you're fed up, so am I
But we just can't say goodbye (word)

Boy, you know I love you
But I just can't go on no more feelin' this way

You got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right? (Can't we get it right?)
Just can't get it right (can't we get it right?)
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right
No matter how hard we try (Mary J., huh)

I got her looking at me sideways
Live every night like it's a Friday (right?)
Our conversations are so monumental
Licking on her ear (yeah), I'm whispering a couple riddles
She fell in love with my technique (uh)
I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets (Rosé)
We both coming from the same place
All in her both coming at the same place (yeah)

Still on my dope boy swag
Top down on my Cam'ron, oh boy swag (oh boy) (Rosé)
Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
You the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning, baby

Got me sayin' why, why, why?
Can't we get it right? (Just can't get it right)
Just can't get it right (get it right, don't know why)
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right (just can't get it right)
No matter how hard we try

How can we turn love around (yeah)
We build it up to break it down
If you knew the way I feel
You would know that this love is real
But live in heaven, go to hell then
Go right back, across the lesson
Tired of stressin', get the message
I can't live in this depression no more

Boy, you know I love you
But I just can't go on (go on) feeling like this no more (huh)

Got me sayin' why (yeah), why, why? (You know I love this, baby)
Can't we get it right? (Just can't get it right)
Just can't get it right (yeah) (get it right, don't know why) (talk to me)
Don't know why, why, why?
Can't we get it right (just can't get it right) (huh)
No matter how hard we try

Back on my own again (back on my own, back on my own)
I don't want this to end (I don't want it to end, no)
But baby I need (I need, I need) a friend to show me some more (to show me some more)
And I think it should be you, baby
(I love this part right here, look where we came from, Mary)
I just want you to show me, to show me some love, yeah

Characteristics of a charismatic nigga (huh)
20 million on a villa, what's illa
We livin', lil' boys gotta work at that (yeah)
Gettin' cash, so I snatch my girl a perfume bag
Blowin' kisses out the drop top, that nigga got gwop
Stay in ya house when the block hot
Makin' love that will not stop
Bedsheets to the countertop
Diamonds my baby down to rock

Hold your glasses up, baby
We in the presence of greatness
It's the queen of our time, Mary J
(Maybach Music)