I'm not him, I'm not that kind of man I'm not the one who left you with your heart in your hands Crying, wishin' he'd come back into your arms again That's not me, I'm not him I'm not her, I'm not that type of girl I'm not the one who just walked out and shattered your whole world She left you with a broken heart and memories to burn But that's not me and I'm not her I know you're tired of trying to find someone Of smiling through those tears, but when it's all said and done Love cannot be trusted, it's a lesson that I learned But I'm not him, no, and I'm not her I'm not him, I would never even try To do the things he did to you, I couldn't stand to see you cry And she put your heart through so damn much that you did not deserve But I'm not him, no, and I'm not her I know you're tired of trying to find someone Of smiling through those tears, but when it's all said and done Love cannot be trusted, it's a lesson that I learned But I'm not him, no, and I'm not her I can't believe she left you, I can't believe he didn't see Let's fall apart together instead of fallin' piece by piece Oh, I know you're tired of trying to find someone Of smiling through those tears, but when it's all said and done Love cannot be trusted, it's a lesson that I learned But I'm not him (Woah) Oh, I'm not him Oh, and I'm not her

I'm not him I'm not him I'm not him I'm not him Nope, it's E don't trip Word to cam'ron, man my set stay dipped We rock Nike, Airs, the flyest wears, yeah We got flavor man, I'm not him I'm the music man Who gave Marvin Gaye's wife two hundred grand Man, ask quincy, I'm that dude So please don't get me confused because I'm not him Boy, you in trouble Guns pack a couple, a one-man swat team By any means, pull a Malcolm House 'em have 'em screamin' Shelton He, bring the noise, I'm not him Nope, I'm the bandit That green eyed cat, boy from way back Who set trends, the youngest nigga in rap with a Benz Rag-top with rims, that was me stupid I'm not him, I'm not him It's e-dub, it's not who you thought he was He's flyer than you thought he was So I'm back to reclaim my name because I'm not him, I'm not him It's e-dub, it's not who you thought he was He's flyer than you thought he was So I'm back to reclaim my name because I'm not him I'm a 15 year vet Type of rapper, 15 year stretch The one who made it happen rappin' Got it crackin' rappin', keep the paper stackin', yeah I'm not him, I'm hip-hop elite The one who signed Redman, the one who signed Keith The one who made the beat that locked down the corner Hardcore, that's my persona, geah I'm not him, nope, I'm the E The other half of the group of EPMD And my track record so mean This here underground bounce so hood, fuck mainstream I'm not him, you can't get with me I rock spots and leave a TLC unpretty And now it's ugly, Bubba Sparxxx scene Real dirty and grimy with the squad behind me I'm not him, I'm not him It's e-dub, it's not who you thought he was He's flyer than you thought he was So I'm back to reclaim my name because I'm not him, I'm not him It's e-dub, it's not who you thought he was He's flyer than you thought he was So I'm back to reclaim my name because I'm not him Nope, I'm the master I'm the man's man, the rapper's favorite rapper The ultimate, none get close to it I'm Erick, I'm the one you supposed to pick I'm not him, I keep it gutter on tracks Regulate like doc Dre's brother I'm warren in rap, I drop bombs to-day You lay like u-day and qu-say, yeah I'm not him, the MC Grand Royal On the microphone and New York's my home Long island zone, where I roam Like phones in buffalo, geah, you know I'm not him, go 'head, talk about me I don't care since my label dropped me And I returned like Makaveli In a new stretch caddy, watchin' belly I'm not him, I'm not him It's e-dub, it's not who you thought he was He's flyer than you thought he was So I'm back to reclaim my name because I'm not him, I'm not him It's e-dub, it's not who you thought he was He's flyer than you thought he was So I'm back to reclaim my name because I'm not him It's e-dub It's e-dub, he's not who you thought he was I'm not him It's e-dub It's e-dub, he's not who you thought he was I'm not him

(Aye, back on that shit, on that fucking grind) (Running up a bag, I don't chase hoes) (Running up a-) Man, uh Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye (damn, good job) Good job, sock it to me Man, turn me up a little bit (damn, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Yeah Man (man) I'm dippin' through traffic (traffic), blues in pocket (man) My records hot (records hot), these hoes is flockin' (damn) I'm checking my bag (checking my bag), I'm thinking of ways (thinking of ways) I smack from the back 'til her legs shake ('til her legs shake) You know what it do (Know what it do) You know that I'm him (damn, know that I'm him) You thought it was good 'cause I ain't drop for a minute (aye, 'cause I ain't drop for a minute) But, nigga, I'm a cold piece (cold piece) Paid cash, nigga, no lease (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, damn) I'm walkin' through the club and my fit is clean (fit is clean) No label on the shirt, but it cost me a G (damn, cost me a G) Got money in my pocket (man) and Cardo on the beat Used to sip cutty bangs when I lived in the V (yeah, Vallejo) I rolled that dice (rolled that dice), I took that chance (man) Girl, you lookin' hella good, I should be your man (I should be your man) I'm dipping (dipping), whole 'nother mission I'm winning so these hoes pay attention (damn, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Nigga, I'm him, him (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Him, him (man) Nigga, I'm him (him, him, him), him (him, man) Him (him, him him), him (him, him) (Bitch, I'm him, him) Niggas see me winnin', I'm on go mode (him, him) Made a couple million no promo (Nigga, I'm him, him) Runnin' up a bag, I don't chase hoes (him, him) Runnin' up a bag, I don't chase hoes (aye, aye, aye, aye) First off, bitch, you know I don't play that shit (I don't play that shit) Bitch, I work too hard to get this shit (man) Move after move, puttin' plays in daily (daily) Now everybody think I owe 'em something and it's crazy (crazy) Invest in yourself, but still have a little fun And make sure your outcome always income (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) And understand everybody not with you for real (damn, with you for real) Put in that work and make time for your kids (man, yeah, time for your kids) I ain't drove my Grand Nash in a good minute (damn, man) But every time I'm in it, man, it's a good feeling (feeling) Man, I swear this rap shit getting tricky (Tricky) Now everywhere I go, man, I gotta keep blicky (man, I gotta keep blicky) Full-time father so I gotta plan ahead (damn, gotta plan ahead) If you ain't addin' value, bitch, hop out my bed (hop out my bed) Real street nigga, you can tell when I talk (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, man) If I want it I'ma get it, nigga, fuck what it cost Nigga, I'm him, him (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Him, him Nigga, I'm him (him, him, him), him (him, damn) Him (him, him, him), him (him, him) (Bitch, I'm him, him) Nigga see me winnin', I'm on go mode (go mode) (him, him) Made a couple million no promo (Nigga, I'm him, him) Runnin' up a bag, I don't chase hoes (him, him) Runnin' up a bag, I don't chase hoes Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Yeah, oh (man, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Yeah (damn), oh (good job) Yeah (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye), oh (man) Yeah, oh (numbers)

He sings in notes that I can only dream of He wears a sleeve in red and black and green He wakes me up in a sweat on a Sunday morning With the prettiest smile I think I've ever seen I wanna squeeze him so hard that I suffocate him He's just too beautiful to let out of my grip That boy's so damn perfect all the other guys hate him (You know the type!) Feel way too far out of my comfort zone for this He's in my heart, he's in my lungs He's in everything that I touch And I don't know if I'm his salvation but he feels like a savior to me And every time he opens up, he makes me wanna spill my guts He got me so obsessed I'm shaking In love (Love) He's my bass-playing fiend in a beanie with loose-fitting jeans on He's got that chiseled jaw and cute freckles on both of his cheeks How I ache when he's dressed in that Chest-hugging vest with his guns out I've gone into fanboy overload, He's got me giddy and weak at the knees He's like a picture of pure Photoshop perfection His hot stubble and "just-fallen-out-of-bed" look turns me on He's my pot-smoking muse, my pheromone injection (Drugs are bad, boys are good!) He's got that Alpha, dominant vibe going on (Yeah it's coming on strong) And it feels so wrong but I love it He's in my heart, he's in my lungs He's in everything that I touch And I don't know if I'm his salvation but he feels like a savior to me And every time he opens up, he makes me wanna spill my guts He got me so obsessed I'm shaking In love (Love) In Love (Love) He's so ridiculously hot I cannot stand it (He's on fire!) He's got me burning up and bursting at the seams If you know what I mean! He's in my heart, he's in my lungs He's in everything that I touch And I don't know if I'm his salvation but he feels like a savior to me And every time he opens up, he makes me wanna spill my guts He got me so obsessed I'm shaking In love (Love) In love (Love) In love (Love) In love (Love)