Story By Erykah Badu

Lyrics for Story By Erykah Badu

Here I am, Miss Badu Not Big Sean, but "I Don't Fuck With You" It's 'cause I'm from D, the other D But Detroit had a special place in my heart Creative, deep, rooted, organic, cosmic Fantastic, futuristic, ancient, musical When I think of Detroit, I think of these things There's something in that dirty water that gives it its flavor There's an invisible intelligence that runs through the streets Like an underground rooting system Millions and billions of memories of atoms of all Of the beautiful music that has been created there And I've seen it evolve into, thangs only felt in the heart I know this to be true Thank you, Berry Gordy, for that little house Thank you, Stevie Wonder For always calling me and reminding me that it is there That thang I always long to reconnect with it when I lose my way musically Thank you, J Dilla, for your peculiar, peculiar intelligence Yeah, Detroit just has a magic, and I know it to be true Not Big Sean, but "I Don't Fuck With You" Live from Badu-bootron To be a phenomenon Detroit, where the Nubians grow