[Intro: Phonte, sample]
What could be sweeter than you?
"A-one, two, a-one, two..."
"A-one, two, a-one, two..."
"A-one, two, a-one, two..."
"A-one, two, a-one, two..."
Sweeter than you...
"A-one, two, a-one, two..."
"A-one, two, a-one, two..."
"A-one, two, a-one, two..."
What could be sweeter than you?
[Verse: Phonte]
Mic check, is this thing on?
I ain't even know if I would rap or just sing on
It took me awhile, but now I'm getting my swing on
Icarus in increments, sometimes I put wings on
Every hero ain't a hero 'til there's a theme song
So many tries, but every time it just seemed wrong
Saturday night, just kicking it with my best man
Looked at my left hand, I got a ring on (Sweeter than you)
Oh shit, how did we get here?
Started with a kiss, then another kiss, then another kiss
Then a covered dish, with white rice, greens, and smothered fish
I'm lying – it was just chicken, niggas was thuggin' it
Now we got a covenant – it's on, a bond for life
In all my years, this was the easiest song to write
It's my confession in a rhyme, a testament and I
Just wanna do my thing, as I talk
About a feeling that cannot be explained
Or a love that cannot be contained
In a measurement or time
Some say it was a blessing in disguise
Scratch that, girl, you a lesson from the skies
And I thank God for my winnings, that's word to Lyfe Jennings
Finally letting go of the mistakes of my twenties
I admit that I am not an easy sell, but I'm the Petey to your Chiwetel
Your big boy that tell them bitches "pay your beeper bill"
My nigga, be for real, swore I wouldn't do it again
My man said, "that'll change"
First time is all about working through your baggage
The second time around, it's all about the baggage claim
Thank your maker, stack your paper
With a real one, major key, clavinet
Leave them other hoes on read, like clarinets
Gorgeous, no wrongs in this love song I wrote for us
Wedding play all day, with no chorus (It's yours!) – let's ride
[Bridge: Dornik, (Phonte)]
(What could be sweeter than you?)
(This goes out to you...)
Girl, it's you, it's you, and you're on my mind
(One, two... this goes out to you... one more time... it's real, man... yea!)
Girl, it's you, it's you, and you're on my mind
(This goes out to you... yessir!)
Girl, it's you, it's you, and you're on my mind
(This goes out to you... yo... yo...)
Girl, it's you, it's you, and you're on my mind
(This goes out to you...)
[Outro: Phonte]
We did it
We really did it, yanahmsayin'?
It's official – washed life
You and me, girl
On the couch
2 pillows, 1 pillow case
[Interlude: Dornik]
Morning, is when you... (Morning... morning, is when you... is when you...)
Morning, is when you... (Morning... morning, is when you... is when you...)
Morning, is when you... (Morning... is when you... is when you...)
Morning, is when you... (Morning... is when you... is when you...)
Morning, is when you... (Morning... morning, is when you... is when you...)
Morning... morning... morning, is when you wake up
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