Store Check

They don't 
Sell liquor
On Sunday
I guess it's the beer store 
An get a pack 
Of cigarettes
An check on this woman
Because lastnite 
I stayed all nite
With this lady
Who loves me rite
Frame me
I'm leaning
Now own me
Lay that good kitchen 
Goo on me baby
That's what she plays 
An baby
I receive all lite
An before you leave your beauty salon
An Call Miss sues lite
She says
She wants too love
You
But in some kind of way
Rite now isn't rite
So this said
Seen you put that lovin
In storage
Stop playing lady
Get low
Here comes a big wind
From that there river
Clear honey
Sweet money on this table
Get ready
I'm a get you leaning
Enjoy some good honey heat
Knowledge at both feet
And a different carpet
That leads directly under these
You got that itch
Ring em baby
Few steps
You had my life
In this light I realize
Soft beautiful
Head to honey
Think of going home to her
Your family
Shook my hand
Stop
If you leave sugar
Think of this sometimes
Home and streets
Is meant for a man 
Such as yourself
A bucket coins
Gets heavy
Yonder hill
There is where everything
That lock
Those knees 
Stay 
Don't I look good
Ha