Amy Winehouse:

Where is he?

The man who was just like me
I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see
Where is he?

The man who was just like me
Heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home

I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry


Nas:


I want some who like the champagne I like
My a-alike, someone to talk me off the bridge any day or night
She teach me how to live, she ain't afraid of life

Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life
Cause she done been there and heard all the rumors before
She love or she ride out with me on my music tour

She like the herbs natural medicine, she cooking good
She tell me everything is cool and looking good
For real, the world so ill

Yeah I want a girl so real
Who not after material wealth, but get dough still
Or maybe an educator, a lady with etiquette

Who can be from out the hood, or even work for the president
As long as there's no selfishness
Yes, as long as her love for the people is deep rooted and evident

You can be easily recruited, you're heaven sent
Your smile, put me on ease
You're the woman I need, but where is she


Amy Winehouse:


Where is he?
The man who was just like me
I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see

Where is he?
The man who was just like me
Heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see

And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes I'm alone, and I realize when I get home

I wanna go through my red and my cherry

Nas:


I hate when people write me hostile texts on the count of my lifestyle's perception
Invade my personal life, out of the question, what are they expecting

I be tryna reply them, and they never suppose I get my quiet time in
They think forever I'm rolling in dough, swimming in a pool of cash
God, wouldn't they know, or am I a fool or as

I'm well known, got people coming at me mad
I had a tell homes, I don't keep a cell phone
My bad, I drag, off the l and try to silence it

The noise of my head, the curse of the talented
Strong communicator, vagabond, I gallivant around the equator
And that would get me off the radar

It's so intense, I'm on my Lilo and Stitch
Pour my Pino Grigio with some lime what is this?
An immaculate version of me and my baby

With all respect cause you the only one that gets me

Amy Winehouse:


Where is he?
The man who was just like me

I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see
Where is he?
The man who was just like me

Heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
When I wanna go to my red and my cherry

Yeah-oh-oh-ooooh
The man who was just like me
Cause I know he was hiding somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone
And I realize when I get home

That I wanna go to my red and my cherry