Let It Ride

I never been a gambler I stay on the safe side You know So, I know I'm alright But all of that's forgotten when I'm looking into your eyes I'm happily out on a limb You pull me out from inside Love You show me what it feels like No guarantee of anything So, all my love is on the line But I let it ride I let it ride I let it ride I let it ride It's easier than ever now To walk away with no sight I know You'll make sure I'm alright My heart is always winning if I have you in my mind I'd happily do anything If I know I'm by your side You You show me what it feels like No guarantee of anything So, all my love is on the line But I let it ride I let it ride I let it ride I let it ride But only for you Just you I let it ride I let it ride I let it ride Let it ride I let it ride I let it ride (I let it ride) (Let it...) (I let it ride) Robert Glasper! Hey man, it's your boy, Wayne Brady! Hey, I'm still trying to get on the record, brother! Hey, so, I'm thinking, either I'll sing something You know like, I'll sing something like Erykah Badu did on the last one Be like... Key change!... Ok, no? Or I gave you some gangsta shit, check it, it's freestylin': Folks don't know about Wayne Brady Born and raised right on Crenshaw Big six-foot-tall chocolate dude Runnin' around in nothing but his draws breakin' the law Over there making them bass notes like Lou Rawls Just too tight, what's that sound? That's the sound of my two click-clacking balls As they bounce off the walls and it echoes down the halls Look at me running over there buying everything up in the malls And I just bought three ponies and put 'em right in the stalls After that was finished, I went to the Taj Mahal Ring, ring, that's my cell phone, I think I just got a call Oh, oh, you know, I'm gonna stop Cuz that boy's too hot, that boy's too hot Who else can do that for you? Who else is gonna give you that real gangsta shit, Robert? Call me back