Nobody stands in between me and my man it's me and Mr Jones
What kind of f**ery is this? You made me Mr Slick Ricky
I thought I didn't love you when I did
I can't believe you played me out like that
No you ain't worth guest lists plus one of all them girls you kissed
You can't keep lying to yourself like this
I can't believe you played yourself like this
Who loves one thing but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr Jones
What kind of f**ery are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me
I might let you make it up to me, who's playing Saturday
What kind of f**ery are you? Besides from some of you being my best black Joe
But I could swear that we were through
I still wonder about the things you do