Jill Scott Bedda At Home lyrics

You're that kind that turns my head
And makes me look
You're the kind that makes me pull single dollars
Out my pocket book, ooh baby

Your sexiness in my restitute make me
Wanna cook my favorite recipe
And place it on your table, baby

You're intoxicating and so divine
You're the kind that stays on a sista's mind
And I know you'll think this is crazy

But I, I've got something better at home
I got something better at home

He's the kind that breaks it down
And curls my toes, baby
He's the kind that loves my mind
And feeds my soul and I love it baby

His intellect and outer respect
Makes me wanna crawl and be my best

And I know, he loves his baby

His sense of self and silliness
Makes the hardest things the simplest
And I, I look but don't touch, never know baby

'Cause I, I got something better at home
'Cause I, I got something better at home

Baby I know you love me and your love is wonderful
You help me feel free, I won't betray you unintentionally
Or intentionally, I got you babe
You can rest your shoulders and sleep at night, okay

Alright 'cause I know 'cause I know know know
I know, I got somethin' better at home
I know I got somethin' better at home

Alright alright, alright let's calm down now
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