Grind By Tim Conerson 2014

Let's not go back to your place
We got time to do more
Let me stare at your face
We got time to adore

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm

Let's stroll a little while longer
It's such a nice day with you
Let's walk and talk
Right now it's just us two

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm

When we get to your door
I'm gonna kiss and say goodnight
I'll call you when I get home
We'll talk until the sunlight

I wanna do more than grind you up
I wanna take this long term
I wanna do more than grind you up
I got real love to confirm
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Not Man Enough By Tim Conerson 2014

I don't hug hard enough
I don't kiss wet enough
I don't hold hands soft enough
I don't whisper sweet enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

I don't like enough
I don't love enough
I don't give enough
I don't want enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

I don't say thanks enough
I don't caress enough
I don't dare enough
I don't sing songs enough

I'm not good enough for my baby
I try to be a better man
I'm not good enough for my baby
But I am what I am what I am

Break Up By Tim Conerson (2014)

We had good years together
Now we drifted apart
My art could not sustain me
And high rents broke our hearts

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed

Love is still here between us
But love has no value no more
Not in this world of dollars
Our hearts no longer soar

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed

We talk and talk and talk more
We hug and kiss and care
But it makes no difference
'Cause our hearts are rubbed bare

Let's separate on good terms
I'll pack my things to leave
No need to scream and shout
Or make each other bleed
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What Happened By Tim Conerson 2014

We used to hold hands
We used to caress each other
We used to stare into our eyes
We used to back up one another

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear

We used to know each other
We used to share sugar and milk
We used to talk together
We used to trade cotton and silk

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear

We used to welcome strangers
We used to know near and far
We used to love our moon time
We used to know the stars

What happened to the love?
Love used to be here
Where is our peace of mind?
We’re filled with so much fear
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All I Have By Tim Conerson 2014

You took all my fear away
You took all my doubts away
Took all my mistrust away
Took my resistance away

Now love is all I have left
All I have is love for you
Now love is all I have left
Lovin' you is all I do

You took anxiety away
You took my depression away
Took baby mama drama away
Took I'm not good enough away

Now love is all I have left
All I have is love for you
Now love is all I have left
Lovin' you is all I do
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Touch By Tim Conerson (2014)

You got hair, flowing everywhere
It's stringy and it's thin
It bounces when you walk
It's jet black and sewn in

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm

I see your booty from over here
I wonder how it could be
Both so soft and so firm
It's magic and it's calling me

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm

Yo' nose and lips are so full
I wanna feel your heat on me
I wanna lock my hand with yours
so you can set me free

Let me touch it
I promise I won't hurt it
Let me touch it
I promise I won't harm
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Upper Room by Tim Conerson 2014

My brothers and sisters are dying
Like dominoes they fall
The bodies lay still before me
But I'm not sad at all

I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear

Grandma and grandpa are gone
They made their last call
Uncle and auntie left me
But I'm not sad at all

I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear

We're killed from the inside out
But I'm still standing tall
The number of slain keeps rising
But I'm not sad at all

I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
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