If I could give you the world,
On a silver platter,
Would it even matter?
You'd still be mad at me.
If I can find in all this,
A dozen roses,
That I would give to you,
You'd still be miserable.
'Cause in reality,
I'm gon' be who I be,
And I don't feel no faults,
For all the lies that you bought,
You can try as you may,
Bring me down when I say,
That it ain't up to you,
Go on do what you do.
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
(Go head and hate)
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
Ooh if I gave you peaches,
Out of my own garden,
And I made you a peach pie,
Would you slap me high?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds,
Out of my own room,
Would you feel the love in that?
Or ask why not the moon.
If I gave you sanity,
For the whole of humanity,
And had all the solutions,
For the pain and pollution,
No matter where I live,
Despite the things I give,
You will always be this way,
So go ahead and...
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
(Go head and hate)
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
(Go head and hate)
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
You cannot hate on me,
Now or later,
I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
On a silver platter,
Would it even matter?
You'd still be mad at me.
If I can find in all this,
A dozen roses,
That I would give to you,
You'd still be miserable.
'Cause in reality,
I'm gon' be who I be,
And I don't feel no faults,
For all the lies that you bought,
You can try as you may,
Bring me down when I say,
That it ain't up to you,
Go on do what you do.
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
(Go head and hate)
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
Ooh if I gave you peaches,
Out of my own garden,
And I made you a peach pie,
Would you slap me high?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds,
Out of my own room,
Would you feel the love in that?
Or ask why not the moon.
If I gave you sanity,
For the whole of humanity,
And had all the solutions,
For the pain and pollution,
No matter where I live,
Despite the things I give,
You will always be this way,
So go ahead and...
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
(Go head and hate)
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
(Go head and hate)
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
You cannot hate on me,
Now or later,
I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
Hate on me hater,
Now or later,
Cause I'm gonna do me,
You'll be mad baby.
Go head and hate on me hater,
I'm not afraid of,
What I got I paid for,
You can hate on me.
[MRS. SOWEBERRY (spoken)]
Right then, Oliver Twist,
your bed's underneath the counter.
You don't mind sleeping
among coffins I suppose?
It don't much matter whether you do
or you don't cause you can't sleep
nowhere else!
[OLIVER]
Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneat the willow tree
That I've been dream of?
Where is she?
Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet "hello"
That's only meant for me?
Who can say where she may hide?
Must I travel far and wide?
'Til I am bedside the someone who
I can mean somethin to ...
Where...?
Where is love?
Who can say where...she may hide?
Must I travel...far and wide?
'Til I am beside...the someone who
I can mean...something to...
Where?
Where is love?
Right then, Oliver Twist,
your bed's underneath the counter.
You don't mind sleeping
among coffins I suppose?
It don't much matter whether you do
or you don't cause you can't sleep
nowhere else!
[OLIVER]
Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneat the willow tree
That I've been dream of?
Where is she?
Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet "hello"
That's only meant for me?
Who can say where she may hide?
Must I travel far and wide?
'Til I am bedside the someone who
I can mean somethin to ...
Where...?
Where is love?
Who can say where...she may hide?
Must I travel...far and wide?
'Til I am beside...the someone who
I can mean...something to...
Where?
Where is love?
