Jill Scott ft. Paul Wall - So Gone (What My Mind Says) Instrumental (исполнитель: Jill Scott)
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 [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] ..) 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... [bad word] [bad word] #33;) 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... [Paul Wall:] You got that ocean of soul, baby you super thick And I'm the man of steel with skills, call me super [bad word] I got that technique, that keeps [bad word] #39; 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, [bad word] in the air while you bitin' that pillow Girl you know how I chop and [bad word] That's what a diamond chip [bad word] do That's what a diamond chip [bad word] 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...