Nomi Yah

PERFECT ENOUGH (By Nomi Yah) Your child gets tall, while you are busy Think of it, isn't it really a shame If you miss it all, childhood is brief Picture-books and loose teeth and that Little League game Man, relax Life is perfect enough, perfect enough Lord, it could be better Sometimes it's rough But today is perfect enough Your Jaguar’s fast, but you're running late You won't catch the plane, but you'll get on the next And you're flying first-class, trying to achieve The American Dream, while you're piling up debts Man, relax Life is perfect enough, perfect enough Lord, it could be better Sometimes it's rough But today is perfect enough You should be proud of what you've done Look how far you've come It's all a matter of priority, keep up what you're doing If it doesn't ruin the time that you spend With your family, you are their rock And they love when you walk through that door at the end Of the day Life is perfect enough, perfect enough Lord, it could be better Sometimes it's rough But today is perfect enough

RIPPED IT APART (By Nomi Yah, Xsample, Ryan Daisley) She broke my heart She ripped it apart She has changed since the other day She has changed since I went away What can I do to make you stay, yeah? Sorry is all she say But sorry can’t buy soldier lorry Nor make the pain go away Yesterday, last night, today Or New Year’s Day, yeah He broke my heart He ripped it apart… He has changed since the other day He has changed since he went away What can I do to make you stay, yeah? You told me over and over that you check for me Forever and ever that’s how it’d be Well, starting over and over wasn’t my idea I never even made a Plan B But now you’re leaving me to fend for myself I don’t know, I don’t know what I’ll do by myself And now you’re leaving me just when I need help Guess I’ll have to pray for myself She broke my heart She ripped it apart… I’ll go far away so you can’t find me den I’ll do better than Tom Sawyer so you a go want me when It’s too late, me already gone round the bend You see me signing autographs and you hand me your pen What about you and Tom Sawyer? You say he no want you again You already been used and defiled, loose not tighten I’m married and settled down, you heard and get frightened What make it bad, Tom Sawyer a naw me enemy, him are me friend

SECOND CHANCE (Nomi Yah) Don't think for a second it's a given No it's not It's a privilege not a right to be forgiven You better not Have password-protected phone numbers Different screen names you go under Double lives, second wives Don't want a song and dance If you want a second chance with me Prove your love to me, buy me jewelry Like you promised me, flowers and groceries Fall down on your knees, beg me baby please If you want a second chance Don't make me turn into a third wheel That's not me Don't think of yourself, think how I feel I won't be A spare pair of sunglasses Unplugged appliances Won't be number two Under no circumstance If you want a second chance with me Prove your love to me, buy me jewelry Like you promised me, flowers and groceries Fall down on your knees, beg me baby please If you want a second chance You won't get a third, three-strikes and you're out I hope that you heard and figured it out First time you screw up, your number's up You better be good, you better be good, you better be good If you want a second chance with me Prove your love to me, buy me jewelry Like you promised me, flowers and groceries Fall down on your knees, beg me baby please If you want a second chance

LIKE A MILLION (By Cameron Stymist, Adam Neilson, Nomi Yah, Mike Lounibos, Josh Friedman) I can’t pay my rent today, gas tank’s running low I got nothing in the bank, that don’t mean I’m broke ‘Cause when I’m with you, babe You patch up the holes in my shoes, babe You put the green in my blues It’s what you do, it’s what you do You make me feel like a million Like a millionaire You make me feel like I’m really young Like I really don’t care About money to go first class, no About all the things I don’t have You make me feel like a million Like a mili-ili-ili-ilion, like a million Babe, you’re my Ritz Carlton, I been Super Eight Maxed out credit cards again, I can’t even pay But when I’m with you, babe You patch up the holes in my shoes, babe You put the green in my blues It’s what you do, it’s what you do You make me feel like a million Like a millionaire You make me feel like I’m really young Like I really don’t care About money to go first class, no About all the things I don’t have You make me feel like a million Like a mili-ili-ili-ilion, like a million ‘Cause when I’m with you, babe You patch up the holes in my shoes, babe You put the green in my blues It’s what you do, it’s what you do You make me feel like a million Like a millionaire You make me feel like I’m really young Like I really don’t care About money to go first class, no About all the things I don’t have You make me feel like a million Like a mili-ili-ili-ilion, like a million