Another night slips In words, I should say There are no words you say There are no
night slips away In words, I should say There are no you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, real Get ill, you spit got the power to uplift and heal
I wish I talk to Lauryn, I mean, excuse me, Ms. Hill And let her how much we love her, it's real The was beatin' her up Then demons started eatin' her up She need a that'll bleed in a cup, yup
We to kick it in the salad days When she look at me she don't know me she see me nowadays I nod, she nod back, how it stay Her songs still better than out that hot or power play
Remember how they accused her of She did her album help Then she went to Rome to and tell the Pope about herself Just after she left the Fugees, rolling with the Marleys Got with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Block Party
She made songs about and trying to be faithful Took Blackstar on to Europe, I was so grateful Speaking for myself but I'm sure I could for Dante I got to watch a show with Nina Simone and Belafonte
We used to chill at Nkiru, her was a customer She used to love to buy the by Octavia Butler Parable of the Sower, the main name was Lauren What the album did for girls' self-esteem was so important
I got concerned when she got sick on the She heavy, I'm a brother And I wish I could pick up the load, but no
Another night away In words, I should say are no words you should say There are no
Another slips away In other words, I say There are no words you say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's Get ill, what you spit got the to uplift the heal
Got her assistant on the the phone, I to talk to Lauryn And I walk through the storm And I be the umbrella when the rain is pouring Please, this no disrespect to whoever your man is This relationship is strictly like D'Angelo
I know you Babylon and wanna see it fall But they won't let you read your at the BET awards You give us hope, you us faith, you the one They don't like what you got to say but still beg you to come
Whoa, now that's powerful sis, black power We get money, keep our eyes on the final And no, I ain't saying you Christ, that would be sacrilegious Them raps the sisters with their black fist up The last wish is a queen who rise past bitches
We used to read Francis or anything By third press will press But what the of the word suggest Hatched ideas in our heads like in the nest You birth to a new sound like Donda West, yes
Should I be saying all of this the mic is on? I might as well let it out because one day I might be I write this and hope you feel how much we love you And you play it I really ain't got the words to say it, but yo
Another slips away In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no words, yeah,
night slips away In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no
Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's Get ill, what you got the power to uplift and heal
night slips away In words, I should say are no words you should say There are no
night slips away In other words, I say are no words you should say There are no