Questlove - Geto Heaven Part Two lyrics

God bless... [Hook: D'Angelo] I know I love my baby, My baby loves me Laying in some heaven, need a little company Let's go into a heaven, time to get some Geto Heaven Geto [Verse 1: Common] Searching for a love, throughout the ghetto Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow I got my third eye on the sparrow Want my peoples straight and to rock sweet apparel The mother of my child, we're not together Baby it's your back, I got forever as the weather Talks to us Him rocking the Holy Spirit walks through us The blunted eyes of the youth search for a guide A thug is a lost man in disguise The rise and fall Of a nation, even when the buildings tumble, I still stand tall I walk through the valley with a life preserver Feeling at times, that I might just murder Yo, but that ain't what I was sent for I want folks to say his life it meant more Than any car, any rock or any broad He found Geto Heaven in himself and God [Hook: D'Angelo] Geto Heaven Standing in some Geto Heaven Geto Heaven Standing in some Geto Heaven Geto [Verse 2: Common] Love, your happiness don't begin with a man Strong woman, why should you depend on a man I understand you want a man that's resourceful If he pay your bills, he feel like he bought you Talking to a friend, about what love is Her man didn't love her, cause he didn't love his Hugged her from afar, said what I felt You never find a man, till you find yourself Time helps mistakes, you can learn from Cause one man f**ed up men you shouldn't turn from You want a certain type of guy, gotta reach a certain point too At the destination, a king will anoint you Going through the storm, anybody seems warm That relationship died, for you to be born, you worth more Than anything you could cop in a store For you to grow he had to go so what you stopping him for? Not even I could ignore being alone it's hard Find heaven in yourself and God [Hook: D'Angelo] I know I love my baby, My baby loves me Laying in some heaven, need a little company Let's go into a heaven, time to get some Geto Heaven Geto [Verse 3: Common] This music is so much bigger than me As far as happy, yo, it's like a trigger to me Dealing with crab rappers, and groupie broads Record execs, at times it do be hard But to choose words, and be heard across waters Doing something you like to support daughters Keeping your guys who collecting court orders Conveying messages that the ancestors brought us Thought of things to say to become the in thing for the day Somehow, that didn't seem the way for me to make it Music is a gift that is sacred I hope you didn't use it hoping you could grow to it Whether serving or a surgeon, you gon' go through it Can't imagine going through it, without soul music It's like Donnie Hath' helped me see Lonnie's path On my behalf, let's take whole steps to Imhotep And show depth, as we make people nod Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God [Outro: D'Angelo] Geto Heaven Geto Heaven Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby Geto Heaven, my baby...