Sometimes - J Dilla

If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers

Baby I don’t mean to disrespect 'ya

But I wanna twist my tongue all in 'ya

(wanna twist my tongue all in 'ya)

Get you wet and hope I slip and fall in 'ya

I don’t give a fuck about your past

Life is strange, people grow, feelings change

Nothing really lasts, my God

While we here, can we just live in the moment?

If the shit ain’t real I don’t want it

Don’t do fake titties, fake ass

Don’t do fake niggas, fake laughs

Give me something I can feel

I can tell that you been through it all

Don’t mean to offend you at all

Do you want me in them drawers?

Tell the truth

Oh kind of, sometimes, maybe

Kind of, sometimes, maybe

Oh kind of, sometimes, maybe

Kind of, sometimes

Kind of, sometimes, maybe

Am I still afraid of the dark?

No bright ideas, I keep the lights on

Are you wasting my time?

And your time, every time

Why you’re makin' it hard?

I won’t show you my cards

But you came and you lost

Do I want you at all?

OK, just a bit, I hate to admit

I just sit here and I’m thinkin'

If I still want you?!

So why say

Kind of, sometimes, maybe

Kind of, sometimes, maybe

Kind of, sometimes, maybe

Kind of, sometimes, maybe

Kind of, sometimes, maybe