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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jill Scott
Jill Scott
Lead Vocals
Jairus Mozee
Jairus Mozee
Guitar
Paris Strother
Paris Strother
Keyboards
Lee Hutson Jr.
Lee Hutson Jr.
Other Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jill Scott
Jill Scott
Songwriter
Jairus Mozee
Jairus Mozee
Songwriter
Lee Hutson Jr.
Lee Hutson Jr.
Songwriter
Paris Strother
Paris Strother
Songwriter
Paul Slayton
Paul Slayton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jill Scott
Jill Scott
Executive Producer
Todd Bergman
Todd Bergman
Assistant Engineer
Rick Friedrick
Rick Friedrick
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Glen Marchese
Glen Marchese
Mixing Engineer
Montez "Spon" Roberts
Montez "Spon" Roberts
Recording Engineer
Sean Tallman
Sean Tallman
Recording Engineer
Eric Rousseau
Eric Rousseau
Sound Design
Lee Hutson Jr.
Lee Hutson Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You're gonna hear the pages turn Let me take my Gazelles 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) 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... Why does my body ignore what my mind says? I tried keepin it tight, but I'm here in this bed. I need to... 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... (Uh, uh, uh!) All the right things (Damn, damn, damn...) So sweet to me (Eh, eh, eh) What do I do? Oh... Why does my body ignore what my mind says? I tried keepin it tight, but I'm here in this bed. I need to... (damn, damn!) Why does my body ignore what my mind says? I tried keepin it tight, but I'm here in this bed. Again, I'm scared... Again (One, two) Oh... You got that ocean of soul, baby you super thick And I'm the man of steel with skills, call me super dick I got that technique, that keeps you comin' back to back And I know you feel it all in your stomach whenever you arch your back (Yeah!) I'm a pull yo hair; (Yeah!) 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 bitin' 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... (He got that thickness, the kind that make you get up makin' biscuits with breakfast, so gone) Why does my body ignore what my mind says? I tried keepin it tight, but I'm here in this bed. (He got that thickness, the kind that make you get up makin' biscuits with breakfast, so gone) Again (He got that thickness, the kind that make you get up makin' biscuits with breakfast, so gone) Why does my body ignore what my mind says? I tried keepin it tight, but I'm here in this bed. Ahhh I'm scared of this love... He got that thickness, the kind that make you get up makin' biscuits with breakfast, so gone And I ain't even thinkin' bout the next chick, that he mess with, so reckless... so gone...
Writer(s): Jill H. Scott, Lee Jr. Hutson, Jarius Mosey, Paris Nicole Strother, Paul Wall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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