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Nowadays, baby, the brothers try and fake it,
To see you trying and they can't take it;
You're doing your thing, trying to make it,
But people see a big heart and break it;
They just want to get you alone and naked,
Yet, I am the type that don't foresake it;
I only want to do something more sacred,
And to get to know you, so don't mistake it.

...'Cause I got you.

Any brother here knows I don't play kid,
If I got swag, then why I need to snake it;
I don't need game for icing to cake it,
I want pie of trust and the recipe to bake it;
You see, you need a happy home to lay kid,
So each of your gone leaves, let me rake it;
My soul aroused as you had to wake it,
Now, I must speak, so listen to what I say kid.

...'Cause I got you.

I got your back,
Beginning to end,
I got your back,
Through thick and thin;
I got your back,
For the right reasons
'Cause I got your back,
Through all four seasons.

But for real and on the real tip,
Your last man is the last you'll snip;
I want to you save you another trip,
'Cause a kiss is when you give that lip;
Most men want to give the milky to sip,
If you refuse it, then they get more flip;
Undress you halfway just get a good rip,
Only for that climax with skeet and drip.

...But I got you.

When you with me I won't dip,
Unlike the next brother, I don't want a clip;
They want to kick you out the whip,
Once that thong of yours refuses to slip;
They tend to look for hops of another hip,
But I assure reason to not jump off ship;
Just listen to learn ways of flipping the strip,
'Cause you fall again to reach for my grip.

...But I got you.

I got your back,
Beginning to end,
I got your back,
Through thick and thin;
I got your back,
For the right reasons
'Cause I got your back,
Through all four seasons.