Home (We Got This)

We got this, we got this Let’s do it, let’s do it [Hook: Tamisha] Let’s do it, let’s do it Let’s do it, do it, do it [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch (Phonte)] I’m at first, at last Coulda hit home runs but that was all in my past They say I’m so left field, but it feels so right They can kiss my ass for real Listen, this is my word I know some niggas went to prison for tryna steal third But still if I get the lead, I’m gone Halfway to second, just tryna reach home (Sing it out, sing it out Better stay on your hustle Cause you don’t wanna pull a muscle When you’re playin’ the field) Home, spirit that makes you Touch home tune and I just [?] you [?] too Home, it’s like a spiritual breakthrough Home, the recognition, it takes two And that’s us I put my finger over your lips so your lips won’t talk Before you even start to speak and say “hush” [Bridge] We got this, we got this [Hook] [Verse 2: Phonte] Yo, lil mama say she wanna marry me But she can’t dismiss our disparity She say she want a Obama, but I’m an O’Conner No mama, nothin’ can compare to me I need rehab, yes, therapy Cause I’m addicted to the job And when it comes to work I beat up the turf like a pair of cleats Make it sing like a parakeet You need to be mine Love’ll have you legally blind You ask me if I saw them other hoes, nigga, barely Long as I got you taken care of me Of course I had somebody when we first met Do you go shopping for shoes with bare feet? You already know this Why you gotta empty the whole clip? Why you gotta go Pol Pot in the pulpit? Why you gotta keep bringin’ up all this old shit? We got this You see me baby and I see you too Even when my old girl come up outta nowhere And pop up in my phone like she U2 I just think about you We got this [Bridge] + [Hook]