Story Behind the Song
This was a first attempt at a rap, more in the style of Prince's rapping. Lyrics took a while to write. I kept throwing stuff out and replacing it. Mostly one take to record all the parts.
Lyrics
Some other mother fucker put the moves on
now he's kicked back chillin' with his groove on
shoulda been me, could I make you see
if ya fly my skies I could set ya free
Stylin', foxy, ya got the vibe
I'm-a-do what it takes to get ya by my side
sugar, spice, you're everything nice
forget the chinese, I'll have you with rice
I can't be broken cause ya already broke me
I'd be good in your pipe, or you can roll me up and smoke me
steady pez thinkin' of my capricorn queen
yeah, I checked the stars, and we're good to be
The way you move is a work of art
I'll be your nation, & you can be my Joan of Arc
chasin' after you, cause I want your pot of gold
so damn hard to catch, you'd be so easy to hold
Girl, girl, girl, girl
move it over here
can you get to that?
What I like to believe
is you'll get freaky with me
I been diggin' on you
if you can dig on me, too
let's get siamese
Never would I ever disrespect you
even more than just sex wit' you, I wanna get next to you
goin' through withdrawal & it's got me sick
addicted to you, & you got my fix
To get to you I'd part the seas
to be the one who gets your squeeze
if good things come to those who wait
then I'm too due you, and you're way too late
What I like to believe
is you'll get freaky with me
I been diggin' on you
if you can dig on me, too
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