Tijon - Use Me lyrics

[Intro: Bill Withers] I want to spread the news, that if it feels this good getting used You just keep on using me, 'till you use me up [Verse 1: Tijon] I take their breath away, even take their stress away With me you could spend the whole day, ('Till you use me up) I got a special kind of glow to me, strictly what they blow to me I promise I started white as the snow, homie The haters might call me, wash up or cook down I'm cooked up and broke down, they got me for the low now Or so they say, I got the low down how it goes down I've been buffed and boofed and rode in coupes from NY to the O-Town All white, with a little shade of yellow So you say I'm oriental stay around some Philipinos My father a masonary, he works with the Arm & Hammer My mother been crushing Willy Wonka, stays in coco powder Streets devour power just to keep my a** up on their counter They can't live with see me up the hands of a counter part to them Or mother, sister, brother, cousin, uncle, you been my lover? They sayin he'll break ya down, he'll let you down All jealousy they fell for me they miss my kiss Look at their mouths, coated with my sugar bliss So freeze and picture this, me and you it's effortless Just flick the flame and light my stem, we'll be heaven sent [Hook: Bill Withers] I want to spread the news, that if it feels this good getting used You just keep on using me, 'till you use me up [Verse 2:Tijon] You know I love you, any storm we can weather I'll be your bestfriend forever baby (Till you use me up) Then I gotta go you need me? You know where I stay Uptown, Lennox Ave, any time of day Look I love you, but you got to have the right pay Cause my handler, well he's known to get carried away All my dates, he calls them junkies, serves them two a day He's got to be protective, he knew me since I was sugar babe Plus I copped him cash and cars, we mingled with some superstars From Whitney, Doc, and Darryl, to some heads of city council In their heads now I can counsel, navigate or mediate them That's a come up from the Pyrex vision, kitchen tables I'm up the street and down the block, around the corner you can cop You work with me? We call it clock But watch out for the cops, they roll up pop and lock us up for this All I am is coco crisp cooked... You know what? I think they want a kiss See I've seen them looking, pa**ionately grabbing at me Served his daddy '88, now he wants to hit the base Bad with the face, lost it in the game Oh you're asking my name? Pardon me, I'm Crack Cocaine [Hook: Bill Withers]