Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck Blended with my all day Chanel scent This freakin was incredulent, decadent Flip side, stomach meets sheets And he plows inside as if hes makin beats As if this years harvest depended on it Bendin on it Back on my back old fashioned is renewed Red toenail polish on whitewalls Documentin this freakin, ah I must remember to thank him later No, no, no, no, no, no, I take charge of the ship Movin with my back and my hips like my ancestors did Speakin the Bantu, Ranga and Tonga But Ive gotta stop all that to make it longer But its too late, I put him to sleep Curled all up, spasm all in his feet Feelin all proud like I did somethin deep It aint really nothin, its the way that it be For a North Philly sister, reppin hard like me But why do I feel so empty? Jill Scott, Epiphany :-)
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 03:50:40 +0000
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