Missing You - Jill Scott

Babe

The only thang I think about at night is that yo ain’t here

So many ideas

But truly I ain’t sure

I don’t know

That’s how you got me boo

Late nights

Missin you

Missin your touch

Missin your love

Missin your smell

I’m missin you

Missin your kiss

Missin your arms

Missin your soul

Well

It seems like all I do

I’m stuck on

The way you would hold my hand

When we would cross the street

Your eyes would maintain attention

Oh the smell of your breath

On my skin

I’m in

I’m In

And I’m missin you

I am missin you

Seems like all I know

I am missin you

Seems like all I ever do