Mick Jenkins, Corinne Bailey Rae - Consensual Seduction Lyrics

I need you to tell me what you want

I can cut the tension in the room with a butter knife
I handle the heat like an oven mitt
I ain't got intentions beyond what you mention
What you want from me?
I can see the little inclinations, look like invitations
More low key with my natural nature
I will be all on that in like three seconds
Flat out patient, no, don't patronize me if I need clarity
I mean unspoken understandings are indeed rarities
I need, you to (Say it out loud!)
And it's Marco Polo until I'm on your wave
Fingers stray, try to handle her, she say oh behave
I oblige, I don't do the Obi-Wan
Never have to force facts, the vibe in the room is as thick as a short stack
Still I don't make a move until shorty endorse that
Only portions until she's releasing endorphins
I need you speaking in case I get to tweaking and just seeing distortions
My breath start to shorten, I caution my court
And your instruction important to (Say it out loud!)
We can do the waft if you can't more than whisper
I mean I'll be the yin to your yang (Uh!)
And if you can't let me know that, shorty how you figure?
(Say it out loud!)

I need you to tell me what you want

I can cut the tension in the room with a butter knife
(Ooh, ah)
(Say it out loud!)
(Ooh, ah)

Listen as I issue as we come into this space
My voice is a sweet song and it leads you to the right place
If we flip the script we can make our own magic
Listen to the hear me say it now
Sometimes I go on to say stop
And sometimes I go on to say no
Sometimes I ain't gon' want to say don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
The love we make is in the moment
Changeable like the ocean
So if you can get the right notion
I got to say out loud
(Loud, loud, loud, loud, loud)

Yeah, and it's hard, it's hard as fuck, my nigga 'cause we're built like that
We're built to judge niggas like off the rip, but
I've definitely gotten more into a space of
Of trying to be understanding first, you know what I'm saying?
I know that if a lot of, if some of my shit, nigga
Hit the web or TMZ with only half the story
The shit'll look crazy, you feel me?
So, you know, it's just realizing that like
You're only ever getting pieces of, of the information
You know what I'm saying? Pieces of the story
You're only ever really getting pieces of the person
And you judge a whole life off a moment, you feel me?
And that shit just really kinda, humbles you