What's On Your Mind

I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn

Hello, good looking, is this seat tooken

On the A-train, picking at her brain

I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name

I said I still like your style of fashion

But I hate your hostile, 'itty attitude wit a passion

Is it because brothers like to hawk alot

Is it because your sign don't talk alot

She turned away, no play, I said ok

You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day

Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight

I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night

Next stop was mine, a familar scene

I was meeting my friend, killer Ben in Ft Green

Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel

If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel

See i don't bend and I won't rust

And I don't break and I won't bust

Stomped up the street and did I hear a treat?

Hard high heels tappin' on the concrete

I took a peek, it was the girl from the train behind me

Did she live in the area, was she trying to find me?

Hm, I didn't wanna play myself out

I played it off, stopped and I bought a Guiness Stout

Now was she shy, she didn't walk by

She came in the store then she even said hi

Curiosity- at a high velocity

Maybe possibly she had the hots for me

i said if we're playing games then we're gonna play mine

I'm a lay the rules 'cause it ain't much time

If you hide your feelings, and they hard to find,

I wanna know what's on your mind

CHORUS

About a week went by and I called her, "Hello"

I said yo, can I speak to, um, she said no

Hey yo, I know I didn't call, I didn't wanna stress you

Go out my way to impress you, press to undress you

See I wanna get to know you so I can show you

What a strong relationship can grow to

But you gotta trust me and you're gonna love me

Squeeze the phone and hug me, use your mind to rub me

Now how does it feel when my mental, massage ya temple

Telephone's hot from the vibes that I sent you

Now tell me your inner thoughts and deepest emotions

Next you see ectacy's explosions

Now I'm coming to see you to spend some time

I'm a romantic warrior but is it a crime

And if you hide your feelings and they hard to find...

I wanna know what's on your mind

I wanna know what's on your mind

Now it's been months and it's smooth and lovely

I'm in your head so you'll be thinking of me

So we met in Queens and went to Valley Streams

And, uh, couldn't remember the movie we just seen

But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown

How do the 125th street sound

Amateur night, Showtime at the Apollo

Probably be watching Bill Cosby tomorrow

Then after that get into it, I mean intimate

Every word is an instrument

Making sounds and tones and songs and moans

My lips so close to your ear, it's like headphones

You smile, you said you never know what the day will bring

It's always a new song to sing

The next day I went back to the her rest

Knocked on the door, intentions: finesse

She let me in and had nothing but a neglige on

Smelling like Liz Claiborne

I sat down and got comfortable and watched the Huxtables

She sat next to me and said what's up wit you

I got the feeling for sexual healing

A mental healing ; how you feeling

She caught the effect and said she feel the same

Could you massage my intellect and stop the pain

Desire's yearning, the fire's burning

You hot 'cause it's alot you're learning

Now I'm ready to explore you inner world

It's take a long time cuz I'm just beginning, girl...

Take it easy, cut off the TV

Cut off the lights, use your mind to see me,

Use your physical form if I'm hard to find

'Cause now I know what's on your mind...

'Cause now I know what's on your mind...