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Destiny's Child - Get On The Bus
Uh, uh
(Timbaland:)
Hey baby, how you?
Why your face lookin' all sad and blue
Don't you like the Navigator truck that I brought you
Why you tryin' to act a fool
Don't try to say you see me talking to your girlfriends
Ask Toya and Shyrl then
Give me a place and time when
Don't try to accuse me of silly stuff that I'm doing on the streets
You've gotta remember, without you, there's no me
I'm just an average man
Tryin' to make it in this cold world
So tell me baby, while you trippin', girl
(Beyoncé:)
I don't wanna fuss with you
So I'm gonna sit out on the couch
Don't try to talk to me
'Cause boy I am blocking you out
I don't wanna hear a thing
Nothing you've got to say
You should think twice
About the way you've been talking to me
CHORUS:
Better catch a cab
Or get on the bus
I ain't got no time for you
Talking all that junk
Fittin' pack my stuff
Is this what you want?
I don't really care
'Cause there is no more us
Better catch a cab
Or get on the bus
I ain't got no time for you
Talking all that junk
Fittin' pack my stuff
Is this what you want?
I don't really care
'Cause...
Oh ho, ho
(Kelly:)
Ain't got no words for you
So you can stop callin' my friends
Tellin' them it wasn't your fault
And why I ain't letting you in
Too many times before
I let you back in my life
But this is a new day
And this won't go down tonight
CHORUS (2x)
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm (oh, ho, do do)
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm (oooh, ooh)
Mmm, mmm (oh, ho)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm (say, what?)
Mmm, mmm, mmm (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Timbaland:)
Introduced you to Dolce and Garbana
Advance you from the dirt bikes to
Hondas
Took you from that terrible stress
Now you're tellin' me that I am a bother
What kind of mess is that?
To tell a man who put you on his team
That's just like killing a dream
(No no baby) That's how it seems
I worked hard to build up what I have for you
I pray to God
There's not another man between me and you
So just tell me
There's no need to lie folk
While you sittin' with your eyes closed
Do you wanna talk, aight yo
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
CHORUS
Better catch a cab
Or get on the bus
I ain't got no time for you
Talking all that junk
Fittin' pack my stuff
Is this what you want?
I don't really care
'Cause...
CHORUS (2x)
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