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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Kelly
Performer
Andy Gallas
Programming
Donnie Lyle
Guitar
Ian Mereness
Programming
Rodney East
Keyboards
Greg Landfair
Guitar
Abel Garibaldi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Kelly
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Kelly
Producer
Andy Gallas
Recording Engineer
Ian Mereness
Recording Engineer
Abel Garibaldi
Recording Engineer
Steve Bearsley
Recording Engineer
Jeff Meeks
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Wheeler
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Well
Now he's staring at me like
As if he was starin' in a mirror
She yells, "Honey, let me explain"
He says, "You don't have to go no further
I can clearly see what's goin' on
Behind my back, in my bed, in my home"
Then I said, "Wait a minute, now hold on
I said mister we can work this out"
She said, "Honey, don't lose control"
Tried to get him to calm down
He said, "Oh, I should've known
That you would go and do some bogus shit up in my house
But the Christian in me gave you the benefit of the doubt"
I said, "We need to resolve this
Then he stepped to me, I'm like, "Whoa
There's a reason I'm in this closet"
He says, "Yeah, like what are you... Talkin' clothes?"
"I met this girl at the Paje's club
And she told me she didn't have a man"
Then he said, "Man, please, I'd kill you if you didn't have that gun in your hand"
And then I said, "But yo' chick chose me"
He said, "Don't give me that mack shit, please"
His phone goes off and then things get a little more interesting
He steps a little closer
I point my gun and says I'm not the one you after
He says, "Somethin' I bet you didn't know my man
Did she tell you that I was a pastor?"
I said, "Well, good, that's better, right?
Why can't we handle this Christian-like?
And I started to put the gun down
'Til I saw his face still had a frown
She started cryin', sayin', "Baby, I'm sorry"
Then he said, "Baby, not as sorry as you're gonna be"
I started inchin' out
He says, "No, I want you to see this"
Said, "I gotta get out this house"
He said, "Not 'til I reveal my secret"
I'm like, "What is goin' on inside his head?"
Then he takes his phone and calls somebody up and says
"Hello, baby, turn the car around
Listen, I just need for you to get right back here now" (click)
He looks at me and says, "Well, since we're all comin' out the closet
I'm not about to be the only one that's broken-hearted"
She said, "What do you mean?"
And he said, "Just wait and see"
I said, "Somebody better talk to me"
And then his phone ring
He picks up and somebody says, "Sweetheart, I'm downstairs"
And he's like, "I'll buzz you up
I'm on the fifth floor, hurry, take the stairs"
And I'm like, "Who is this mystery lady that you're talking to?"
He says, "In time you both will know the shockin' truth
Baby, this is something I been wanting to get off my chest for a long, long time"
Then I said, "Nigga, I'ma shoot you both if you don't say what's on your mind
He said, "Wait, I hear somebody comin' up the stairs"
And I'm lookin' at the door
He says, "I think you better sit down in the chair"
I says, "I'm gonna count to four"
"One," he says, "Mister, wait"
"Two," she says, "Please don't shoot"
"Three," he says, "Don't shoot me"
"Four," she screams
Then a knock on the door, the gun's in my hand
He opens the door, I can't believe it's a man (man, man, man)
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly
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