Jill Scott - So Gone lyrics

"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 sk**s 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