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Scott Jill Who Is Jill Scott Words And Sounds Vol 1

maybe we can roll a tree And feel the breeze and listen to a symphony Or maybe chill and just be, or maybe Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to

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 slowly and sweetly And stinging my eyes And

Oh honey why you got to be so mean? Don't you (Don't you remember me?) Oh baby, baby You and me, you and me, you and me We build sandcastles in the Serengeti

It's so hard for me to say this I'm struggling to find the right words What I've felt is past tense What I feel you just haven't heard, so I think it

myself unto myself multiplied times You and yours and you again, there's just me And if I divide 8 billion, 48 trillion, 98 zillion, there is, there is just me If I subtract 1

85" She sniffed, "Butter 89 cents" She sniffed, "Strawberries a dollar 50 a pint" She sniffed, and sniffed, and sniffed, and sniffed again And then replied

Jill Scott representin' North Philly y'all J I L L S C O T T Jill Scott representin' lovely Show your love, ladies and gentleman Show your love for Miss Jill Scott

you chose not to call me I wonder what happened Were you inside a safe space and too I wondered Were you thinking about me and if you were why was I

Slowly, surely, I'll walk away from That old desperate and tainted love Caught up in a maze of love, the crazy, crazy love Thought it was good, thought