topic// in love with this song. why?
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep.
Said he wanted to talk about my mission.
Listen to my past lives. (Word?)
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy.
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell-topped Adidas.
He was fresh, like summer peaches.
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy.
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm.
At night we would watch the stars-
And he would physically give me each and every one.
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy.
I felt dizzy and so near heaven and miles between my thighs.
Better than love, we made delicious.
He me had, had me he--
He had me tongue tied.
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts.
I was his sharp, his horn section.
His boom and his bip.
And he was my love.
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
The rain was fallin' and, and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes.
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine.
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens.
The mistake was made.
Love slipped from my lips.
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new.
Now me non-clarivoyant and in love.
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible.
The rain was falling.
And I couldn't see the season changing,
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato.
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon.
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody.
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
( by jill scott. hawtness.
shout me a holler? )
oh. answer to the topic?.
cause. i be a phreak.
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep.
Said he wanted to talk about my mission.
Listen to my past lives. (Word?)
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy.
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell-topped Adidas.
He was fresh, like summer peaches.
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy.
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm.
At night we would watch the stars-
And he would physically give me each and every one.
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy.
I felt dizzy and so near heaven and miles between my thighs.
Better than love, we made delicious.
He me had, had me he--
He had me tongue tied.
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts.
I was his sharp, his horn section.
His boom and his bip.
And he was my love.
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
The rain was fallin' and, and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes.
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine.
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens.
The mistake was made.
Love slipped from my lips.
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new.
Now me non-clarivoyant and in love.
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible.
The rain was falling.
And I couldn't see the season changing,
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato.
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon.
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody.
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
( by jill scott. hawtness.
shout me a holler? )
oh. answer to the topic?.
cause. i be a phreak.