The Real Thing - Jill Scott

You gotta do right by me, its mandatory baby

Sweeter than your favorite ice cream be,

bask in my glory baby

Don’t play no games, that'll ruin thangs

And make me leave ya, or mistreat ya and you

don’t want that

Don’t hesitate, I could make you great

Like Cleopatra Jones I could set you straight

I’m the real thing, in stereo

I got a little highs, I got a little lows

Follow this, melodic flow

I could make it shine, I could make it glow

I’m more than a toy for your satisfaction

I’m a pay-per-view for the TV screen,

your main attraction

Your phosphorus, I'm your energy

When your lost, and you need some focus

come see me

I’ll entice ya man, I do it all the time

In the mornin', in the evenin',

when the doves cry

I can feed you gut, put you in a tub

When I turn it up, yeah brotha you know

what’s up A little bubbles and a body rub,

turn off the water (drip drip)

Don’t think about dessert, I got enough

And a whole lot more to ggiivveee!

Glow Glow Glow…

When I turn it up, yeah brotha you know

what’s up Glow Glow Glow…

(oooooooh)