Ephiphany Lyrics - The Real Thing: Words And Sounds Vol. 3 - Jill Scott

Watching, 

Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder 

Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder 

Quiet,quiet 

Growing excited 

Dug him for his bank account,but really for 

his private 

Damn about a mindset 

Really wasn't into that 

Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat 

Laidback was his foreplay 

All that was needed,needed was some of that 

Started simple 

Massaging on my temple 

Pinching on my mountain peaks 

That a sisters into 

I responded,"Mmmmm." 

You like the sound,I like makin'it more 

I fell for the rock and shore 

Enough,he brought it close so I could really see 

Up close he slid between my breast 

Sweaty with lust and sweat 

Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo 

Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck 

Blended with my all day Chanel scent 

This freaking was incredulent,decadent 

Flip side,stomach meets sheets 

He plows inside as if he's making beats 

As if this year's harvest depended on it 

Bendin'on it 

Back on my back old fashioned is renewed 

Red toenail polish on whitewalls 

Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh 

I must... 

Remember... 

To thank him... 

Later. 

No,no,no, 

No,no,no 

I take charge of ship 

Moving with my back and my hips 

Like my ancestors did 

Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga?? 

But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer, 

But it's too late 

I put him to sleep 

Curled all up,spasm all in his feet 

Feeling all proud like I did something deep 

Aint really nothin'it's the way that it be 

North Philly sister repin'hard like me 

But why do I feel so empty?