Brian McKnight – The Way I Do lyrics

Mr. Cheeks:
Special kinda friend, lemme clown with ya
Get to know you little better, spend some time with ya
Hit the town with ya, spend every dime with you
No matter what you wanna do as long as I'm with you
Get your picture painted, place it on my wall
And as long as I want I'm giving you my all
But when the night falls, we hold eachother all night
Play some B. Knight, He'll make it all right

Brian:
I can see it in your eyes, your looking at a real man
I don't wear a disguise, gonna make you understand
I know you heard a lot of lies
I won't beat around the bush
I know I'm gonna make ya mine
But I'm not gonna push

Chorus 1:
Girl I don't mean to come off
As cocky, or concieted
But I beleive that you were meant
Just for me, There should be nothing
But love coming betweens us
And we will be together always, baby yeah

Chorus 2:
Baby I don't mean come on strong
But you should be with somebody
Who understands you like I do
I'll be right here
If ever you need a hand or 2
To help you get where you going to
Lemme show you the way I do

Brian:
I would never do you wrong
Like some other fella did
It only matters where you going
Don't matter where you been
I calculated all the costs
Measured what your worth
And right after God
Girl I'm puttin you first

Chorus 1:
Girl I don't mean to come off
As cocky, or concieted
But I beleive that you were meant
Just for me, There should be nothing
But love coming betweens us
And we will be together always

Chorus 2:
Baby I don't mean come on strong
But you should be with somebody
Who understands you like I do
I'll be right here
If ever you need a hand or 2
To help you get where you going to
I'll show you the way I do

Bridge:
Speical kind of love, speical kinda friend, special kinda heart
Special til the end, special... I can't front
How special it could be, Special in my arms, Special you and me

Baby:
I could see it in your eyes
I can feel your thighs
You in that new Benz
With that flat skinned tires
Fly ass skirt
With your gucci shirt
Stiletto Boots, tell the maid mink skirt
Your independent, and you bought your work
And it don't matter
'cause I puts in work
Its me and B. Knight go to the mall and flirt
With the fly ass girls and they fly ass skirts
Holla, Holla