Alma Cook - Medicine Man lyrics

[Verse 1:] You hail from my pocket: a stale pursuit Is it good doctrine to spare me the truth? You're more than off­topic; you're off­route But the couple of months I put stock in, I don't wanna lose I say, “Come to my city,” And you don't say no like a man; you say “Hope you understand that I'm busy ... are you with me?” “Yeah, just deep in thought—do you think you can forgive me?” [Chorus:] My own intentions Cast you as a medicine man But I know prevention Comes through like no medicine can I wore it on my wrist; I swore it with my lips; Before we came to this I already came to grips with The question Of whether I could really fit in your plan [Verse 2:] I caught the illusion when we spoke Of the things we would do and where we would go I'm more than a**uming; I now know You get high on the one you're pursuing. You were spitting so... ...many words from the wise But never were those any words that I heard with my eyes It's a hot white lie Born from a heat that makes a man blind [Chorus:] Intentions Cast you as a medicine man But I know prevention Comes through like no medicine can I wore it on my wrist; I swore it with my lips; Before we came to this I already came to grips with The question Of whether I could really fit in your plan [Outro:] I know prevention [x3] You should come to my city But like a man, you say “Hope you understand that I'm busy.” Is it good doctrine? Is it good doctrine to spare me the truth? [x4]