| Jill Scott - So Gone | |
| You're gonna hear the pages turn | |
| Let me take my Gazelle's off | |
| Don't want this thing, but can't let go | |
| Even though, I need it so | |
| Your arms they soothe me | |
| But I ain't no game, | |
| I ain't no toy, I ain't just brain. | |
| This ain't no movie mane... | |
| I'm a real woman | |
| Been down this road before | |
| I just need more | |
| Why does my body ignore what my mind says? | |
| I try to keep it intact, but I'm here in this bed. | |
| I need to. listen, listen. | |
| Emotions deep down inside of me | |
| I'm trying to hide, but they keep finding me | |
| I want to lay low, but continuously you do | |
| unh, unh, unh | |
| All the right things (damn) | |
| So sweet to me(Eh, eh, eh) | |
| What do I do?(Oh...) | |
| Why does my body ignore what my mind says? | |
| I try to keep it intact, but I'm here in this bed. | |
| I need to damn | |
| Why does my body ignore what my mind says? | |
| I try to keep it intact but I'm here in this bed. | |
| Again, I'm scared .Again | |
| You got that ocean of soul | |
| Baby you're super thick | |
| And I'm the man of steel with skills | |
| Call me Super Dick | |
| I got that technique that keeps you cummin back to back | |
| And I know you feel it all in your stomach | |
| whenever you arch your back | |
| I'm a pull yo hair; I know you love that | |
| When I maneuver this tongue, your eyes roll back | |
| I work them side angles, I'm a Kama Sutra pro | |
| Kitchen table down to the flo | |
| Ass in the air while you biting that pillow | |
| Girl you know how I chop and screw | |
| That's what a diamond chip dick do | |
| That's what a diamond chip dick do | |
| Oh my mind says, | |
| and my body says something different | |
| Why does my body ignore what my mind says? | |
| I try to keep it intact, but I'm here in this bed. | |
| He got that thickness, | |
| the kind that make you get a buck in biscuits with breakfast, | |
| so gone | |
| Why does my body ignore what my mind says? | |
| I try to keep it intact but I'm here in this bed. | |
| I'm scared of this love. | |
| He got that thickness, | |
| the kind that make you get a buck in biscuits with breakfast, | |
| so gone | |
| And I ain't even thinkin bout the next chick that he mess with.. | |
| so reckless, so gone |