Maybe (remix) Lyrics

[Pharrell talking]
This for all the...all the connoisseurs of fine rhyme
you know?
I dug deep in the cellars of my mind for this
I love y'all niggas
I just wanna air some things out
Dear hip-hop, ya know?
Dear hip-hop
Dear hip-hop

[Verse 1]
I got a cult following, N.E.R.D. is far from pop G
No radio, light spins since the video drop see
I'm the turbion of this shit, like Mozart and Bach be
I'm-ma show you niggas what time it is, niggas watch me
My falsetto's been hot, like the Sopranos five seasons
Alto beats, Grindin' soundin' like Frontin', niggas is
reachin'
I pimped across that stage nigga tipsy off that reason
Snatched that Grammy, when I joke I call it the G-Thing
Ask Robin Leach. How many V-somthins up in my fortress
Like Russel Crowe in Gladiator, so many f*cking horses
Porsches, Maranello that's white, I call it Ghost
Phantom named Nightmare, black scares people the most
I introduce BAPE to the world, 400 nigga out fast
Favorite group White Stripes, R. Kelly, Kanye, and
OutKast
A R&B producer, I was sittin on the shelf
A Ralph Laurenic nerd then Noreaga gave me helpp
But my samples wouldn't clear, and I couldn't roc-a-
wear
And I didn't have pimp cups, and dancin wasn't my gig
But shoulder brushin, blazers, and trucker hats I did
And the only niggas I ain't work with was 2Pac and
B.I.G
Ha ha

[Hook]
You and me
BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC (yup)
Just because we skate down the road (niggas)
Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (bitches)
You and me
BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC
Just because we skate down the road (love y'all man)
Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (you have no
idea)

[Verse 2]
Now er'body keep asking me about Kelis
She's dope with or without me til I die thats what I
speak
I never run to the tabloids and run around here
grinnin'
I'm a peaceful, Rolls Royce drivin' black John Lennon
Psychedelic beats, medals on my soldier jacket
f*ckin the baddest bitches in fashion, niggas can you imagine?
Ma, why you even breathin? Why you even talkin'?
Put my big bang in your black hole, I'm Stephen Hawking
If the mind is full of water, can you believe I'm
walkin'
On your thoughts trust me niggas what I've achieved is
awesome
Mind readers you think you know me, proceed with
caution
Ohup! Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind you lost him
I cried when my grandma died, Bob says Josh says
If Josh short for Jesus, then I'll sing what Bob says
Oh small diamonds are blasé blasé
Remember 20 carat solitaires can not be paveyed
And while my heart has lots of scars hidden
My beats is star ridden, givin' trucks and jeeps and
cars rhythm
Accompanied by 40 bars spittin, not from the
prospective of narcissism
But as N.E.R.D goes as I start pene-trating minds
unlikely fitting
Ghetto girls and thugs liking the album guitar driven,
yup
Ghetto girls to girls from the valley
From niggas that skate to niggas that pump crack in
they alleys
I'm the black Carl Sagan, Timothy Leary, John Lennon
lookin for my Yoko
Hopin my wife hears me
And maybe she'll have more Interscope and won't be a
Virgin
Who bought my album, and who will prefer the regular
version that goes

[Maybe {original} Hook plays fast]

See, maybe [Haha]
There was something wrong [Hooo!]
And you were telling me no wrong [What up black radio?
Daddy loves you]
See, maybe [Ahhhhohhhhhhhhhh!]
The laugh's on me [Yeahhhh]
And life was telling me a joke (joke joke joke)

[Maybe {Remix} scratchs back in]

Owwww!

[Hook]
You and me
BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC
Just because we skate down the road (mean what?)
Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (nigga nigga)
You and me
BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC
Just because we skate down the road
Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (nigga nigga)

[Pharrell talking]
Love y'all
P.S. daddy loves you

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