Bria’s Interlude
[Omarion:]
Even though your all alone
All I know when I am gone
I just wanna keep you warm
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
Yes, I'll be there
Yes, I'll be there
Cause when I'm all alone I think about your face
And how I wanna touch, I'm so far away (I'm So)
All I wanna do is give you all of me now
Are you ready? Are you ready? Yeah
[Chorus:]
Don't go missing
fly with me
Don't go missing
fly with me, fly with me
Don't go missing
fly with me
check it out, check it out
Don't go missing
fly with me, fly with me
[Drake:]
I know that we just met
I don't wanna leave you yet
Promise that I won't forget
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
Yes, I'll be there
Yes, I'll be there
Passport to fly
Sittin' at the gate
I just wanna touch you
But I'm so far away (I'm So)
All I wanna do is give you all of me now
Are you ready? Are you ready? Oooh
[Chorus]
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