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(feat. Teena Marie) |
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[Afu-Ra] |
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Yeah, baby, how you, now what you wanna do |
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Instead of working these ways, I should of been loving |
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Creepin' off, type of ways, I should of been true to you |
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Huggin' and rubbin', or comin' home just to talk to you |
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Play some chest, in the rest, so make love to you |
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So what cha, what cha, what cha, wanna do? |
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I seen my life flashin' my face in, my present, future and memories |
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Memoirs of a czar, to caught sars, from dreams in the stars |
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Melodies over the precious bars |
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The beat and you together, are like matrimony |
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Cuz when I hear it or see you, I be the one and only |
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Why me, then why you, the simple kind |
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Of things, like my favorite color is blue |
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It can't be planted in me, backwards and forwards with me |
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Out of this planet with me |
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If I had to I would, I lock you up in the chamber with me |
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[Chorus: Teena Marie] |
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I, I wanna love you baby, love you baby |
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I, I wanna feel your body, up and down |
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Up inside me |
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[Afu-Ra] |
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It's like breafast in bed for the first time |
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That's right, sometimes I wish I lived my life in rewind |
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Steady going through the motions, yeah, of every emotion |
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Transpire, smooth as my outfit |
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Mondays is paisley, wednesday is vaguely arguile |
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Saturdays, fit with the charming smile |
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So won't you meet me at the el flamingo |
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Forget about the Christ' jingles, we sip mohitos |
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The feelings are high for you, they tri-lingual |
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African drums, Russian hip hop, and disco |
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It only takin' three moves, you all up in my zone |
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Like tic - tac - and toe |
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Yo, it's so easy, cuz these other cats is jah-so-bro's |
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[Chorus x4] |
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[Afu-Ra] |
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So let's pain an oasis |
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From the clouds, up to the constellations, to be our basement |
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Beats run home, hot tub in the living room |
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No space for satisfaction, well I'mma make room |
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Pawns hittin' the tomb, horns blowin' to the moon |
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If I could taste you on the platter, I wanna be spoon fed |
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No condiments, and no sauce, forget the bread |
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12 o'clock, in the morning, as I start the yawnin' |
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I feel your body calling, ready for the installment |
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Like the flower you are, open up, I drop my pollen in |
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We interwine like knowledge, all up in my rhyme again |
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[Chorus to fade] |
