Stay With Me

(Fly shit)
Turn me up some more?
Girl, yeah
(Pusha)
Ooh, yeah
(Skateboard P)
Ooh, girl
(Uh huh)
Ey, girl
Hey-ey
(Give it to 'em)
Oh!
(Verse 1, Pharrell)
You're that girl
Thinks the world
Is somethin beautiful
And that's all, baby
But your looking for a brawn
Wishing upon the wrong star
'Cause you don't know
That's not how it goes
So, I can't explain
Why things remain the same and others change
He made it that way
But the perplexities of the world
Leaves more oysters and pearls
And I don't know
It's just the way it goes
(But I know you can)
(Chorus, Pharrell)
Stay with me
Lock the door
Take the key
I am yours
Feel it, babe
It is yours
It is yours
It is yours (Hey!)
(Verse 2, Pharrell)
Don't take the time
To relax your mind
So unusual (ooh, baby)
But your priorities are disheveled
But your emotions and your health
Just don't go
Your body says no
So, I can't concieve
That leaves will grow on trees in low degrees
And come back next spring
But the perplexities of life
Brings more days that bore new skies
So whose to know, I possible (that you could)
(Chorus, Pharrell)
Stay with me
Lock the door
Take the key
I am yours
Feel it, babe
It is yours
It is yours
It is yours (Hey!)
(Bridge, Pharrell)
Up, up, and away (yeah)
I'll be the wind that blows yourself (uh, uh huh)
With pixie dust of Tinkerbell
Up, up, and away (P, I think we got one, baby)
I'll be the wind beneath your wings (push it)
Living colors and your dreams, oooh
(Verse 3, Pusha T)
Baby, let's it pour it up
Lift them Gallardo doors up
Patty for them Louis as soon as the tours up
The million dollar frame is his and her, the same
I took it on the chin when I heard about the lane
And no, I ain't here to try to rewrite your past (Naw)
That don't measure up to the nights that we laughed
When considering love you take the good with the bad
I've been disappointed by every bitch I ever had
Either she was dick-crazy or cheddar-mad
Shame what they did for them jeans and them leather bags
Reverse it, I want perfect
That was half the reason I bought half them purses
That chapter is over, it was worth it
My new angel surface
She ain't have to rehearse it
My baby's real (Yep)
That's why i put the chill on her
So good, make a nigga wanna kneel on her-- Not yet!
(Chorus, Pharrell)
Stay with me
Lock the door
Take the key
I am yours
Feel it, babe
It is yours
It is yours
It is yours (Hey!)