In a whip solo, no one's gotta know Knockin' at your door, I don't gotta work anymore You can't put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands You can't get enough, girl, you know I set it up But at the dark of night, like left eye, I'm creepin' Assuming the worst, cause I haven't heard from you all weekend Your silence is drivin' me up the wall, up the wall I cannot tell if you're duckin' calls, or missing calls, cause You've been so patient, I drink on the job and smoke on the job, so I don't know how serious you take it You can't offer much more, you've heard it before That narrative for me isn't changin' I wanna make you a priority I wanna let you know there's more to me I wanna have your faith restored in me I'll be on my way In a whip solo, no one's gotta know Knockin' at your door, I don't gotta work anymore You can't put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands You can't get enough, girl, you know I set it up But at the dark They not me and you, got you wet like the pool And I'm tryna dive in, put some time in, yeah Get the vibe right, get your mind right It's gon' be a long night Put your feet in this water, don't wanna get your hair wet I could double cup a time, we ain't took it there yet You broke up with your man and ain't been with nobody else You like, *** these niggas, brother, keep it to yourself He did you wrong, he left you down bad Now you can't trust nobody, you said do anything But just don't lie to me I said I'd ride for you, girl, I said you'd ride for me, oh-oh-oh-oh Pulled up to the show, then we got ghosts And when it's at the dark, can't get them ghosts In a whip solo, no one's gotta know Knockin' at your door, I don't gotta work anymore You can't put your phone down, you're gonna need two hands You can't get enough, now you know I set it up For after dark Thanks for your phone calls as we get you closer to your requests and dedications. Phone lines are open for you to send a love, your love note, dedications at 644-9393 to call me. Coming up, we will head through your store with Troop Fantasia, Chaka Khan, My Funny Valentine, Jill Scott giving you whatever, and more of the Selected Music with Mr. Luther Vatos. As we kick off your first hour of the most selective, most seductive, most relaxing four hours on the 937, it's Al Wood and you are safe, soft, and warm in the loving embrace of My Storm on Be OK.