That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful Everybody fight about a spoonful It

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Keep me satisfied Good enough for me Don't go to church on Sunday Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the Bible I got my own special way

I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you I was there And it wasn't like that You came here Just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned

Everything I do, I tell you all the time It's you, it's you it's all for you I heard that you like the bad girls, honey is that true? Heaven is a place on earth with you Sound's good enough Straight da fuck up you talkin' bout nigga (talkin' bout me)

To use me for good We ain't leaving this room So girl, leave your boots by the bed Till someone needs medical help Or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough Cover me up and

That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful Men lie about that spoonful Some cry about that spoonful Some die about that spoonful It could be a spoonful of tea But one little spoon of your precious love Is good enough for me Everybody fightin' about a spoonful

Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out “wow!” Nicotine, can’t quit it How's business this morning? Pretty good Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She’s a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed

Goodbye, I've had enough frustration I won't get stuck, goodbye, This dead end situation, It's just not worth my time But waiting so frustrating I'm so sick of all this tension Not to mention I'm so sick of You speak for all of us when you can't be heard

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye I'm looking out from my window seat Halfway back, aisle twenty three Man I wish that I could fly this thing I could hear

Oh, like we in a hurry No, no I won't tell nobody You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do It's not good enough for me, since I been with you I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up I should know how to pick up I'm gonna catch the rhythm