Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brother Cane
Brother Cane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deja Johnson
Deja Johnson
Composer
Taylor Rhodes
Taylor Rhodes
Composer
Damon Johnson
Damon Johnson
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Mitchell
Jim Mitchell
Producer
Marti Frederiksen
Marti Frederiksen
Producer

Songteksten

I got no time for spendin' at home
That ain't what I need
'Cause every time I get you alone
Makes me want the finer things
But you confuse with a schoolboy
Feelin' schoolboy shame
I can't shake this, bless my soul
You're spinnin' me 'round, bring me down
Just can't take this, hot and cold
Open your eyes and see
That don't satisfy me
That don't satisfy me
Well you got me hangin' from a fever tree
That don't, it don't satisfy me
Your strappin' me with a ball and chain
And there's got to be a reason why
And now the clock's tick tickin' away
I know you ain't that shy
Don't like runnin'in your rat race
We slide into the finish line
Put your X here, drink my wine
You're best to come down, feet on the ground
Thumbs up sugar, rain or shine
Might be fallin' down for the count
That don't satisfy me
That don't satisfy me
Well your burnin' spices in my recipe
That don't, it don't satisfy me
I can't shake this, bless my soul
You're spinnin' me 'round, bring me down
Just can't take this, hot and cold, no
You've got to open your eyes and take a look around
That don't satisfy me
That don't satisfy me
Well your burnin' spices in my recipe
That don't, it don't satisfy me
That don't satisfy me
That don't satisfy me
Well you got me hangin' from a fever tree
That don't, it don't satisfy me
Well your burnin' spices in my recipe
That don't, it don't satisfy me
Written by: Damon Johnson, Deja Johnson, Taylor Rhodes
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