Ain't that a lot of love for two hearts to have and hold Somebody, somebody tell me Woman, ain't that a kindness Baby, ain't that a kindness Somebody, somebody please You gotta dig it baby Yes, yes, yes know the deserts couldn't hold all the love that I

It's somethin' I do Ain't got nothin' to do With the frontin' you do Or your fuck ass crew Fuck what you think Fuck what you say 'Cause I'mma be the dog all day

Too many cooks are gonna spoil the stew There ain't nobody cooking but me and you Too many cooks are trying to get in your kitchen The first thing you know there's something missin' You got a real good oven, you've got a hot range, too Let me butter your

It ain't nothin' but a woman Nothin' but a woman, no, no You can give me an hour alone in a bank Pay all my tickets, wipe the slate blank You could buy me a car, fill up the tank Tell me a boat full of lawyers just sank But it ain't nothin' but a woman

Starry, starry night What you tried to say to me And how you tried to set them free Now I understand They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now And how you suffered for your sanity Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe I'm not the one you want, babe You say you're lookin' for someone No, no, no, it sure ain't me, babe But it still ain't me, babe Go away from my window Leave at your own chosen speed I'm not the one you need Never

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

You heard it, you want it, you got it, it's crazy You play it, you bump it, you know it, it's crazy Hate if you wanna, that don't phase me I ain't going nowhere right now It's the fo' pound bandit The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded Goddanmit O

I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb She got ratchet in