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Our first night together, top down, stars out Waves blinking 'neath the moonlight Remember, listen up You're all over him, how awkward Black car, Eagles fan from Compton Tilting that wheel like he's a marshal I'm two cars back looking thoughtless Two weeks ago, you were mine I leave a message when I dial I need to hear your voice Have you in my sight I can still taste your kiss I miss nibbling on your lips And I can feel your breath on me As you lean into that heir with money I'm watching you from a distance I know it ain't none of my business Intruding your space like I'm addicted I miss that homestyle way Tell me you and him is finished Tell him our love ain't ended You know I ain't took you for granted You got me tied and branded That busty ain't down with me You saw what you wanted to see And what was you doing When I was chilling faithfully You said I was drifting But there's someone you was missing I've always been true to you No one ever loved you like I do I'm watching you from a distance I know it ain't none of my business Intruding your space like I'm addicted I miss that homestyle way In the players scene Macking ain't what it used to be At the club the pole bunny Ain't got nothing on us I need your homestyle kind of loving Banging's only part of it No one can love you like I do You got your phone, I got mine too So hit me up, laid back like homestyle I miss that homestyle scene, just you and me Feet on the Broyhill, Cav's on the TV Hearing them pans jingling inside the kitchen You're putting your painted toenail foot all in it, uh Them hot wings is finger licking But I'm thinking of a little more than that spicy chicken Let's take this back to the bedroom Penetrate the mysteries Rip off them fifties with my teeth, haphazardly And bend you over like ballet traffic, girl Twist it on me like black groove magic, girl Seeing your shadow, legs rise and fall Taking our time, losing our minds, in the heat of it all My ears sizzle when you cry my name Big daddy be ready again in five or ten Homestyle fantasy bring the Dicky James out in me When you get super freaky Dripping your extracts on me, huh The next morning after sleeping in Homestyle sounds start creeping in I'm hearing noises from around the sink You brush your teeth Getting checkpoint valid for me Homestyle weekend, I let that sink in I lower you down in the hot tub again Baby how about I rub your back with my bare hands Come closer and I lit it again This time I'll make sure that the world spins, yeah Give me a full moon, let me howl a bit Nothing but a champagne glass I massage the dimples on your hips Girl and I'll be grinding like old school now Barry on the Kenwood, let me love you down Your eyes hypnotize me when I tap the spot Right hello, I'm playful Yeah you know the one I'm talking about You say daddy you're smooth like velvet Then the rivers to the den of we're melded You put your back in it Like you're rebellious, selfish I miss that homestyle stew Being with you, kicking with you Representing right next to you Booty slaps by the pool No neighbors hey heying Cause they all run for cover when we start foreplaying No take out allowed, give me back my homestyle Less I end up like a tyree clown Girl how you hear all this and still be gone now I'm watching you from a distance I know it ain't none of my business Intruding your space like I'm addicted I miss that homestyle way I'm watching you from a distance I know it ain't none of my business Intruding your space like I'm addicted I miss that homestyle way
Writer(s): Linda La Porte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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