Song | Love Rain |
Artist | Jill Scott |
Album | Who Is Jill Scott?: Words and Sounds, Vol. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Love rain down on me,on me,down on me(4x) | |
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 pyhsically give me each and every one | |
I felt like cayenne pepper,red,hot,spicy | |
I felt dizzy and so near the heavens and miles between my thighs | |
Better than love,we made delicious | |
He me had,had me he | |
He made 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-clairvoyant 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 (2x) | |
{mos def} | |
In stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass | |
The sun beat in between my shoulders like carnival drums | |
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow | |
So then i would really be fly | |
And then she arrived | |
Like day break inside a railway tunnel | |
Like the new moon,like a diamond in the mines | |
Like high noon to a drunkard,sudden | |
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature | |
Her skinny canvas for ultarviolet brushstrokes | |
She was the sun's painting | |
She was a deep cognac color | |
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city | |
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet | |
And full for her mouth to hold | |
I said,'you are beautiful,distress of mathematics.' | |
I said,'for you, i would peel open the clouds like new fruit.' | |
And give you lightning and thunder as dowry | |
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain | |
I would clasp the constellations around your waist | |
And i would make the heavens your cape | |
And they would be please to cover you | |
They would be pleased to cover you | |
May i please,cover you,please. |
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me 4x | |
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 pyhsically give me each and every one | |
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy | |
I felt dizzy and so near the heavens and miles between my thighs | |
Better than love, we made delicious | |
He me had, had me he | |
He made 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 nonclairvoyant 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 2x | |
mos def | |
In stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass | |
The sun beat in between my shoulders like carnival drums | |
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow | |
So then i would really be fly | |
And then she arrived | |
Like day break inside a railway tunnel | |
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines | |
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden | |
She made my heart beat in a nownow time signature | |
Her skinny canvas for ultarviolet brushstrokes | |
She was the sun' s painting | |
She was a deep cognac color | |
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city | |
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet | |
And full for her mouth to hold | |
I said,' you are beautiful, distress of mathematics.' | |
I said,' for you, i would peel open the clouds like new fruit.' | |
And give you lightning and thunder as dowry | |
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain | |
I would clasp the constellations around your waist | |
And i would make the heavens your cape | |
And they would be please to cover you | |
They would be pleased to cover you | |
May i please, cover you, please. |
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me 4x | |
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 pyhsically give me each and every one | |
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy | |
I felt dizzy and so near the heavens and miles between my thighs | |
Better than love, we made delicious | |
He me had, had me he | |
He made 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 nonclairvoyant 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 2x | |
mos def | |
In stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass | |
The sun beat in between my shoulders like carnival drums | |
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow | |
So then i would really be fly | |
And then she arrived | |
Like day break inside a railway tunnel | |
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines | |
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden | |
She made my heart beat in a nownow time signature | |
Her skinny canvas for ultarviolet brushstrokes | |
She was the sun' s painting | |
She was a deep cognac color | |
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city | |
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet | |
And full for her mouth to hold | |
I said,' you are beautiful, distress of mathematics.' | |
I said,' for you, i would peel open the clouds like new fruit.' | |
And give you lightning and thunder as dowry | |
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain | |
I would clasp the constellations around your waist | |
And i would make the heavens your cape | |
And they would be please to cover you | |
They would be pleased to cover you | |
May i please, cover you, please. |