Daydreamin'

All day long I think of you

I can't even think of things to do

Wishin' all of my daydreams come true

Now, baby, what am I to do?

I think about yesterday

Somebody was talkin' to me

But I couldn't understand a word they said

Not that I was tryin' to be rude

But conversation couldn't make it through

The thoughts of love I had for you

Baby your face takes up my time

Because I can jus' see your face with mine

I try to change my thoughts; it's a waste of time

You keep my mind occupied

All day long I think of you

I can't even think of things to do

Wishin' all of my daydreams come true

Now, baby, what am I to do?

Tell me what am I to do?

When I can only think of you

Even when I have simple things to do

Like talkin' on the telephone

or watchin' TV when somethin's on

If it ain't about you then what's the use?

All day long I think of you

I can't even think of things to do

Wishin' all of my daydreams come true

Now, baby, what am I to do?

What's up girl? You all grown up now

Doin' ya singin' thing the charts sewed up now

Well you know I do my rap thing, I'm holdin' it down

And I knew that me and you was gon' connect some how

Your people called for this track, it ain't no trouble to me

I dreamt that you and me got married on the WB

You on channel 11; I carry the M-11

RJ the reverened; it's a match made in heaven

Whatever have you I let you know

I'm from soundview

Down til I found you

I'm tryin' to be around you

I'm still comin' up

Chasin' the fame and wealth

I could spoil you with time; you got everything else

I'm still New York to the heart

But got love for all

When I first saw this girl

Thought I wanted to fall

Mean the hummer so stunnin'

That my bod was tense

And I wishin everyday that I was fresh like Prince

Then I came across my man RJ parlayin' in a 6

With Tatyana Ali playin'

I heard Steely Dan "Black Cow" and went wild

You tell me how can I get down

That's when they threw me on the redeye to LA

I dirtied my cash and peeps back

And hit Shaq on the cellay

Courtside seats so close that we could touch

Tatyana and Lord and Peter Gunz

All day long I think of you

I can't even think of things to do

Wishin' all of my daydreams come true

Now, baby, what am I to do?