So Gone Lyrics - The Light Of The Sun - Jill Scott

"You're gonna hear the pages turn. 

Let me take my Gazelle's 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 

I need to listen, listen 

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 

I need to listen, 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 (damn) 

So sweet to me 

(Eh, eh, eh) 

What do I do? 

(Oh) 

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 damn 

Why does my body ignore what my mind says? 

I try to keep it intact but I'm here in this bed. 

Again, I'm scared again (1, 2) 

Oh oh oh 

You got that ocean of soul 

Baby you super thick 

And I'm the man of steel with skills 

Call me Super Dick 

I got that technique that keeps you comin' back to back 

And I know you feel it all in your stomach whenever you arch your back 

I'm a pull yo hair; 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 

Ass in the air while you biting that pillow 

Girl you know how I chop and screw 

That's what a diamond chip dick do 

That's what a diamond chip dick do 

Oh my mind says, and my body says something different 

Why does my body ignore what my mind says? 

I try to keep it intact, but I'm here in this bed. 

Again. 

He got that thickness, the kind that make you get up makin' biscuits with 

Breakfast, so gone 

Breakfast, so gone 

Why does my body ignore what my mind says? 

I try to keep it intact but I'm here in this bed. 

Well. Gone, gone, gone 

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