Wednesday's Words & Lyrics: Blessed by Jill Scott

This is the last take for the night understand it's kinda late
And I gotta get home to my son cause he's so special to me
I mean I gotta see him I need to breathe him
That's my baby don't call me crazy
I love the studio but I love him more
Let me give you what I got so

I woke up in the morning feeling fresh to death
I'm so blessed yes yes
I went to sleep stressed woke up refreshed
I'm so blessed yeah yes
Water in my face and everything is in it's place peace of mind even my grace
I'm so blessed yes yes yes

My grandma almost lived to see ninety two
I'm so blessed yes yes yes yes
My son was born healthy and beautiful
I'm so blessed yeah yes
My momma's on my right side daddy on my left my son's father doing his absolute
I'm so blessed blessed blessed blessed yeah yeah yes
And I know what I know
And I know what I know

Yeah yeah struggle gon' happen it's just the way it be
Ain't nothing coming easily in this life
Sometimes you gotta work and you gotta grow and it gotta hurt
I'm sure you'll know take a look around

Woke up this morning listening to this song you're so blessed yes yes
Gonna rock this joint all night long
It's so blessed yes
To be up in here with our hands up in the air waving like we just don't care
We're so blessed yes yeah yeah yeah

Woke up in the morning feeling fresh to death
Went to sleep stressed woke up refreshed
Momma's on my right side daddy on my left
I'm so blessed yes yes yes

Wednesday's Words & Lyrics: Comes to the Light by Jill Scott

 

 

I can't hold it in forever
Eventually I'd have to breathe
Done hid a lot behind the light, behind the wall
Now it's crushin in on me
How did I let it get this far?
How did I make this wrong turn?
How do I change a thing I've done? [I don't know..]
Only one lesson learned

Comes to the light, comes to the light [Everything]
Comes to the light, comes the light
Comes to the light, comes the light [Everything]
Comes to the light, comes the light
I can't pretend this hurts [It hurts]
Deeper than I imagined
What I did to a friend [So Sorry]
I can't take it back in
How could I do a thing like that? [I don't know…]
Where was my conscience at? [Somebody tell me, Tell me..]
In pain I really played my part [I know I did]
Now tell me where the healing starts

Comes to the light, comes to the light [Everything]
Comes to the light, comes to the light
Comes to the light, comes to the light [Everything]
Comes to the light, comes to the light

Make it stop (Make it stop - Make it fade)[Make it stop]
Make it go away (Make it go away) [Make the pain go away]
Make it fade (Make it fade from me) [Make it fade outta my mind]
Make it sail away from me (Sail away Sail away)

Comes to the light, comes to the light [Everything]
Comes to the light, comes to the light
Comes to the light, comes to the light [Everything]
Comes to the light, comes to  the light

Comes to the light, comes to the light
Comes to the light, comes to the light
Comes to the light, comes to the light

 

Wednesday's Words & Lyrics: Whatever by Jill Scott

WHATEVER

You pulled some tricks out your sleeve last night

Everything I fantasize about

You had me climbing up a wall

How many ways was God called

You represented in the fashion of the truly gifted

You put it down last night

Knocked me out, then had me dreamin' 'bout wakin' up, alright

Do you want some money, baby?

How about some chicken wings?

Do you want some fish and grits?

 I'll hurry and go get it

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever baby, whatever baby

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever,

ooh, ooh yeah

hey

We made a groove last night

A poignant rockin' forth and back, alright

Anything I can do for you?

Just ask, sometimes you wont have to

I'll be happy just to make you happy and that's true, oh

We made powerful love last night

Never knew passion could taste so sweet, alright

I made a vow to you

Everything I do for you is a joy and a gift

You got my whole life lifted

 Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever you want me to do

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever

It's cool baby,

loving me the way you do

Whatever, whatever

Whatever you want me to do

I'll be happy to, baby, love
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

La, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la,

La La, la La la La, la La, la La

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

la La, la La, la La, la La la, la La, la

Whatever you want, baby

Whatever you need, baby

Whatever you like, baby

The way you do [incomprehensible]

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever baby, whatever baby

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Whatever, whatever, ooh hoo yeah, yeah

May 5: What song inspires ME

"Golden"

 [Intro:]
Heyyy, Ohh, Heyyy, Yeah, Ohh, Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeahhhh

[Verse 1]
I'm taking my freedom,
Pulling it off the shelf,
Putting it on my chain,
Wear it around my neck,
I'm taking my freedom,
Putting it in my car,
Wherever I choose to go,
It will take me far,
[Chorus]
I'm livin' my life like it's golden
Livin' my life like it's golden, [X3]
Livin' my life like it's golden, golden,
Livin' my life like it's golden, [X4]
Livin' my life like it's golden, golden,

[Verse 2]
I'm taking my own freedom
Putting it in my song,
Singing loud and strong,
Grooving all day long,
I'm taking my freedom,
Putting it in my stroll,
I'll be high-steppin' y'all,
Letting the joy unfold,
[Chorus]

I'm holding on to my freedom,
Can't take it from me,
I was born into it,
It comes naturally,
I'm strumming my own freedom,
Playing the god in me,
Representing his glory,
Hope he's proud of me,
[Chorus]

[Bridge]
I'm living my life like its golden, golden, golden, golden, golden, golden, [X2]

[Chorus]

[Jill Scott:]
Livin' my life like it's golden,
It really matters to me, Ohhh

[Bridge X5]

Wednesday's Words & Lyrics: Come See Me by Jill Scott

"Come See Me"

It's a midsummer night hour and I'm thinkin
about cha babe,wanting you
I wish you could catch a jet plane,I know you
would,if only you could
The finances ain't what we'd like,and
sometimes we have to sacrificeCuz I know,it's hard over there where you are
Cuz it's raining over here on the inside of my womb...

[Chorus:]
... passion and desire baby...
... innumerable fires honey?...
... I got for you,you know that it's true...
Come see me...
I feel like I've been waiting eternity for you
to touch me
I can see it in my mind's eye,how right
and true,this love we'll make
And ooooh,if you ever believed in anything,
believe this is true
I am your woman baby and you are my man,too

[Chorus]

[Breakdown]
I ain't got no questions in my mind no feelings of doubtI believe I've just been waiting all this time to find out what loves about
And I'm so excited and a little scared, thinkin'
I'm gonna get overwhelmed every breath?

Ooh baby I wanna be overwhelmed,I wanna
be overwhelmed,I wanna be...
I wanna feel...

[Chorus]

I wanna feel...

[Chorus]

...right nowwwwwww

I can hardly stay in my skin
It's hard to breath out and inAll this passion,

all this desire...

C'mon, c'mon, come see me right now

30 Day Blog Challenge Day #13: MY Favorite Musician and Why?

 

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My Favorite Musician is Jill Scott.  She is simply melodically wonderfully blessed with her words.  I have every album and even the live versions.  I have seen her in concert a few times and I just love her.  She is one of those people that I feel like I can feel her spirit in every song and is my friend in my head.  Jill always seems to come from and honest place without telling all her business.  I just love her.

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Me, He & She (reblog inspired by My Love by Jill Scott)

Me, He & She

Me + He = We. We were once a good team.  We were sweet, simple and somewhat stimulating.  We crossed paths at a good time.  Our rekindled flame took off fast and was completely unexpected.  There was a level of comfort that seemed instant that lead to everyday.  The “it” factor was absolutely evident.  Our infatuation was wonderfully creative with sweet creaminess of cherry vanilla ice cream.

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn’t you know this or didn’t you notice

Our connection was deeper than anticipated. We laughed, conversed and made the time without boundaries.  There weren’t too many limits.  He said that he liked that there was no red tape-no bullshit with me, no need to sneak – day/night to midnights with some drunken stupors. You know that drunken alcohol induced sex that was sweat funky and nastily intense. Especially spectacular.  We were good, cool, sexy… Then he changed his mine.  It was his prerogative to no longer want me or to be a “we”.

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn’t you know this or didn’t you notice

She’s not as simple.  She has baggage.  She is somewhat insecure, though he may have made her that way.  She is not as stimulating so he says.  She is all the things that he claimed not to want, so he says.  She snoops.  She tried to find something and anything when there may or may not be nothing.  She goes through his stuff.  She complains, sometimes petty and mildly confrontational.  He says he is not all the way happy with she but she has been there and has gone through some things.  He and she are still a “we”.  She’s the one that puts up with his shit in order to be a “we”.  The same shit that was not for me.  All the bad with all the good.  He is not always so good to she but she deals to have he.   He and she but then there’s always the thought me.

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn’t you know this or didn’t you notice

So, in all honesty, there is a diminutive part of me that wants he but more so in the concept of what we had before she.  He always felt real good kind of like crown royal on ice.  It went down smooth and easy.  Mmm, mmm, mmm good with a side of finger licking and ass smacking.  The ideas of me and he make me warm and tingly.  He sure did smell good.  He just runs cross my mind sometimes – how we use to ooooh… yeah and kiss this and this and this and this and this and this and this and that.  We shared climaxes and indulged in a plethora of oohs and aahs to tempos of E sharp (exciting) on a very regular basis.  Damn remembering when we…

She is not me nor does he want me.  No competitions necessary.  He is not for me and the reality is that She has He and He wants to be with She more than the piece of he that desires me.  I like that he sometimes wants a piece of me.  Truth is that He was never really good for me but I often think of how we use to be.

Never allow someone to be your priority when they make you their option.

30 Day Blog Challenge #8: A Song & Photo to match MY mood

A Song & Photo to Match MY Mood



There has been so much on my mind and sometimes I just get so lost all in my head.  I've had a lot on my mind.  Thinking that I am a grown ass woman and there are some decisions and choices that I need to make to improve my quality of life.  I am excited that their is choice of happiness.  Anyway, I laid around my house thinking, feeling and reminising.  I love Jill Scott and its always fitting that her words speak to my spirit. 

http://youtu.be/x6ofNozL1t8?hd=1

"When I Wake Up"

Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Too much on my... La la la la la la la la la
Here I am thinking again
All lost in my brain
But I know I should get up and get out of it
I gotta keep moving
But here I am lost all up inside my brain
Can't stop thinking, reminiscing.
Can't stop. Can't let go.
But when I wake up,
And one day I will do it,
I have let you go

Nd everything I went through was beautiful
I have let you go
And everything I went through was beautiful
Maybe I, right now, can't see the forest full of trees
So lost behind hurt
But I'm trying everyday exponentially
To move forward
O you know how it feels to be lost?
But when I wake up
Everything I went through would be beautiful
When I wake up
And I will wake up
It's gonna be beautiful
Down to to my left side (Last cry)
Feeling I could fly (Feeling I could fly)
All day, up high.
Sweeter than the sugar on a cinnamon treat
Or an ice cream
That was me
But I'm feeling like I'm in a nightmare
Fear of loving somebody, everywhere
Oh Lord, I need this confirmation, this affirmation
That when I wake up
Hen I wake up
Everything I went through will be beautiful
When I wake up
Everything I went through will be beautiful
Gotta wake up
Gotta wake up
Gotta wake up
Gotta wake up

Wednesday's Words and Lyrics: Hear My Call - Jill Scott

"Hear My Call"

[Verse 1]
Here I am again asking questions,
Waiting to be moved.
I am so unsure of my perception,
What I thought I knew I don't seem to
Where is the turn so I can get back to what I believe in?
Back to the old me and

[Chorus]
God, please hear my call.
I am afraid for me.
Love has burned me raw
I need your healing
Please, please, please.

[Verse 2]
I am such a fool
How did I get here?
Played by all the rules
Then they changed
I am but a child to your vision
Standing in the cold and the rain
Lost here in the dark
I can't see my foot to take a step,
What is happening?
Oh, this hurts so bad. I can hardly breathe.
I just want to leave so...

[Chorus]
God, please hear my call.
I am afraid for me.
Love has burned me raw
I need your healing
Please,
God, please hear my call.
I am afraid for me.
Love has burned me raw
I need your healing
Please, please, oh, please, please.

God please hear my call.
I am afraid.
Love has turned me cold,
I need your healing.
Please, please, please, please, please, please.

Wednesday Words & Lyrics - So Gone: Jill Scott

 So Gone - Jill Scott

[Talking:] "You're gonna hear the pages turn.
[Singing:] Let me take my Gazelle's off... "

Don't want this thing, but can't let go
Even though, I need it so
Your arms they soothe me
But I ain't no game, I ain't no toy, I ain't just brain.
This ain't no movie mane...
I'm a real woman
Been down this road before
I just need more

[Chorus:]
Why does my body ignore what my mind says?
I try to keep it intact, but I'm here in this bed.
I need to... listen, listen... [x2]

Emotions deep down inside of me
I'm trying to hide, but they keep finding me
I want to lay low, but continuously you do
Unh, unh, unh
All the right things (damn)
So sweet to me
(Eh, eh, eh)
What do I do?
(Oh...)

[Chorus:]
Why does my body ignore what my mind says?
I try to keep it intact, but I'm here in this bed.
I need to... damn
Why does my body ignore what my mind says?
I try to keep it intact but I'm here in this bed.
Again, I'm scared... Again (1, 2)
Oh oh oh
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jill+scott/so+gone_20916693.html ]
[Paul Wall:]
You got that ocean of soul
Baby you super thick
And I'm the man of steel with skills
Call me Super Dick
I got that technique that keeps you cummin back to back
And I know you feel it all in your stomach whenever you arch your back
I'm a pull yo hair; I know you love that
When I maneuver this tongue, your eyes roll back
I work them side angles; I'm a Kama Sutra pro
Kitchen table down to the flo
Ass in the air while you biting that pillow
Girl you know how I chop and screw
That's what a diamond chip dick do

[Singing:] That's what a diamond chip dick do

Oh my mind says, and my body says something different

Why does my body ignore what my mind says?
I try to keep it intact, but I'm here in this bed.
Again.
He got that thickness, the kind that make you get up makin biscuits with Breakfast, so gone [x2]

Why does my body ignore what my mind says?
I try to keep it intact but I'm here in this bed.

Well. Gone, gone, gone... I'm scared of this love.

He got that thickness, the kind that make you get up makin biscuits with Breakfast, so gone
And I ain't even thinkin bout the next chick that he mess with... so
Reckless, so gone

Wednesday’s Words & Lyrics: Not Like Crazy by Jill Scott

"Not Like Crazy"

Jill Scott

When we first met
I was surprised to get
That feeling,
That feeling
The kind that don't wash away with soap
So sweet to me,
Oohh
The kind of feeling I need
To get me through the darkest days
For you I prayed

[Chorus]
What you do is crazy babe
Not like you belong in an asylum
Crazy babe,
Like the sun in the morning
And the moon at night
Like the rain falling from the sky
Like the trees growing from the ground
I'm astounded babe
By your love for me
And your touching me
And your trust in me
Like you do whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo

Even now I still feel that feeling
Although we've grown
We're still on the same side
Of the proverbial road
Heading in the same direction
I'm so glad to know
With you I spend my time

Crazy baby

Me, He & She

Me, He & She

Me + He = We. We were once a good team. We were sweet, simple and somewhat stimulating. We crossed paths at a good time. Our rekindled flame too off fast and was completely unexpected. There was a level of comfort that seemed instant that lead to everyday. The "it" factor was absolutely evident. Our infatuation was wonderfully creative with sweet creaminess of cherry vanilla ice cream.

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn't you know this or didn't you notice

Our connection was deeper than anticipated. We laughed, conversed and made the time without boundaries. There weren't too many limits. He said that he liked that there was no red tape-no bullshit with me, no need to sneak – day/night to midnights with some drunken stupors. You know that drunken alcohol induced sex that was sweat funky and nastily intense. Especially spectacular. We were good, cool, sexy… Then he changed his mine. It was his prerogative to no longer want me or to be a "we".

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn't you know this or didn't you notice

She's not as simple. She has baggage. She is somewhat insecure, though he may have made her that way. She is not as stimulating so he says. She is all the things that he claimed not to want, so he says. She snoops. She tried to find something and anything when there may or may not be nothing. She goes through his stuff. She complains, sometimes petty and mildly confrontational. He says he is not all the way happy with she but she has been there and has gone through some things. He and she are still a "we". She's the one that puts up with his shit in order to be a "we". The same shit that was not for me. All the bad with all the good. He is not always so good to she but she deals to have he. He and she but then there's always the thought me.

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn't you know this or didn't you notice

So, in all honesty, there is a diminutive part of me that wants he but more so in the concept of what we had before she. He always felt real good kind of like crown royal on ice. It went down smooth and easy. Mmm, mmm, mmm good with a side of finger looking and ass smacking. The ideas of me and he make me warm and tingly. He sure did smell good. He just runs cross my mind sometimes – how we use to ooooh… yeah and kiss this and this and this and this and this and this and this and that. We shared climaxes and indulged in a plethora of oohs and aahs to tempos of E sharp (exciting) on a very regular basis. Damn remembering when we…

She is not me nor does he want me. No competitions necessary. He is not for me and the reality is that She has He and He was to be with She more than the piece of he that desires me. I like that he sometimes wants a piece of me. Truth is that He was never really good for me but I often think of how we use to be.

Never allow someone to be your priority when they make you their option.

Crown Royal On Ice: Sip Tease

DISCLAIMER: FOR ADULT ENTERTAINMENT - CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.

Your hands on my hips pull me right back to you, I

Catch that thrust give it right back to you, you're

in so deep I'm breathing for you, you

Grab my braids arch my back high for you your

Diesel engine,I'm squirting mad oil ah

down on the floor til my speaker starts to boil

I flip s**t

Quick slip

Hip dip And I'm twisted In your hands and your lips and your tongue tricks and you're so thick and you're so thick and you're so Crown Royal on ice


Like she said, it's just a metaphor - I want more.
I need a sip...

Here is another fact about me - I use to be a bartender - I want to again. I went to bartending school in Los Angeles several years ago and love to learn about alcohol. Who doesnt like a good stiff drink every now and then - of course consummed responsibly.  However, I do not drink like I use to unless I am with KB or when I use to be with SS - thanks ladies, I still have a liver - good times nonetheless. But I do enjoy a good "sip" and this song. Consider this your sexual liquor lesson for the day. Please enjoy and take notes.  There will be a test.

Crown Royal is a blended Canadian whisky, 40% alcohol by volume, 80 proof. The production of Crown Royal began in 1939 coincident with the first Royal Tour of Canada by reigning monarch King George VI and his wife Queen Elizabeth. To mark this historic occasion, Samuel Bronfman, President of the Seagram Company, decided to create a quality whisky to be packaged in a crown-shaped bottle and dressed in a distinctive royal purple bag.  Now owned by Diageo.

Crown Royal Flavor
Color: Rich Golden Amber
Nose: Rich and Robust, with slight hints of vanilla and fruit
Body: Full, Robust and perfectly balanced
Palate: Delectiably smooth and creamy with hints of oak and sweet flavor of vanilla

You see Amber is an ancient aphrodesiac and also promotes harmony & balance. Vanilla is one of the most scentual - sensual aromas. The smell of vanilla is realxing and comforting to most. Vanilla and fruit scents encourage our pheromones desires. The nose is a very powerful sense. All of this accompanies by the musk of oak. Sensually gratifying - study your Karma Sutra - you may learn something about your senses (smell).

oooh Crown Royal - it's only a metaphor.

There is nothing like a good sip. the taste tantalizes all of your senses. Crown has a way a making you warm and tingly on the inside. After all it was made for a king.  Everything about it is sexy. The color. The smell. The taste. It plays on your senses and takes you away into another world.

oooh. Ahhhh.... Remind you of anything?

The way he touched, kissed, licked, slurped, tasted, looked and sipped.  The wonderful way I knew to move with his touch there and the way he made me call on all of our ancestors in that moment. Meeting his up to my down and wanting more. Feeling drunk on passion, lust desire and on the Crown.  Crying out for more and more and more.  Flip it and meeting my down to his up. Toes spread and nails deep. Clenchin and trying to hold on.  Not wanting to miss anything in between.  The way I loved the taste of his crown royal. mmmmm... Damn, he is so thick....  awakening all my senses and making me desire more and more and more...

Sip Tease.
 

Where is my ice?

Again, its just a metaphor for wanting more... just like that.