Easy Goes It (feat. Lalah Hathaway)
If you were mine
I would grow you a flower
A flower and name it "Our" or "Ours"
I would raise you a son
Or raise your sun
I'd grow you a planet or birth you a moon
Create the hottest June
And the warmest month
I'd sing you a Lalah
Write you a Stevie
Play a Herby
Draw you a movie (oh-oh)
In morning, I watch you change the bulb in the sun
You gather every single cloud from the sky (oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
And squeeze the water to make me a bath
I watch you hang the moon and gaze
My eyes are a lazy chrysanthemum
I made myself a rainbow for you
I have shined you a sun, I have stolen you a sky
Created mountains, drunk a hurricane, and burned an entire forest
I've done impossible things, yet you still don't see me
Said, "I was in the way, that I shined in your way"
And I thought I was staring
Admiring you, but that irritated and intimidated you
And I didn't have directions on how not to shine
Blamed me when I didn't stay and shamed me for not leaving
You unimpressed and indirect, don't you see?
I've made a mess of me trying to love you
(You know what you should call that bitch?)
(Easy goes it)
I would grow you a flower
A flower and name it "Our" or "Ours"
I would raise you a son
Or raise your sun
I'd grow you a planet or birth you a moon
Create the hottest June
And the warmest month
I'd sing you a Lalah
Write you a Stevie
Play a Herby
Draw you a movie (oh-oh)
In morning, I watch you change the bulb in the sun
You gather every single cloud from the sky (oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
And squeeze the water to make me a bath
I watch you hang the moon and gaze
My eyes are a lazy chrysanthemum
I made myself a rainbow for you
I have shined you a sun, I have stolen you a sky
Created mountains, drunk a hurricane, and burned an entire forest
I've done impossible things, yet you still don't see me
Said, "I was in the way, that I shined in your way"
And I thought I was staring
Admiring you, but that irritated and intimidated you
And I didn't have directions on how not to shine
Blamed me when I didn't stay and shamed me for not leaving
You unimpressed and indirect, don't you see?
I've made a mess of me trying to love you
(You know what you should call that bitch?)
(Easy goes it)
Credits
Writer(s): Tarriona Michelle Ball, Albert Charbonneau Allenback, Joe Westley Johnson Iii, Eulaulah Donyll Hathaway
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