[Intro: Akua Naru]

Yeah, yeah

Love, uh-huh, hey

Love, mm, I told y'all

We would be the band to play it

[Verse: Akua Naru]

My ghetto butterfly flew away from me

I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps

Play make-believe as my tears pour, chest

Won't succeed to breathe, if not the air of you

Surely there has never been a shade so blue

A stink attitude, so not mad at you, uh

Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude

Of my love for you

No space or time compatible

What do I have to do? What do I have to do?

Ooh, my friends say I got it bad for you

I do, but there's nothing in this world I'd rather do

Uh, but you

I want to make love to your existence, uh

Drenched in the colors of your energy

Then masturbate to the memories

I wanna lose myself inside yourself

Until you find me, confine me

To the freedom of your prison

Exist in the same space, same time

Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine

Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine

Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine

My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect

Reflect, and watch your light passion mark my neck

Caress the sights of your presence with no question

Undress to the nakedness of love, pure love

I want to make love to my soulmate, my soulmate

Make love to my soulmate, uh, my soulmate

Make love to my soulmate, shit

I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate?

Kind of like writing poetry till climax

Till the point and place where our space and time match

And we cross divine paths, tell me, would you like that? Uh

Now would you like that? Tell me, would you like that

Would you like that? Tell me, would you like that?

Would you like that? Uh, I'ma ask you again now, tell me

Would you like that? Tell me, would you like that?

Now would you like that? Tell me, would you like that?

Would you like that? Tell me

I wanna love you more than madly, uh

Wrap these legs around your words

Until your speech is straddled deep, gladly

Swim the currents of your vibrations, uh

Be separate and one with the same meditation

Uh, same meditation

Uh, you know what?

This right here is poetry

Yeah, mm

[Bridge: Akua Naru]

And Julian, you gotta play that saxophone now

Hey

[Outro: Akua Naru]

If love, if love had a sound

You know, this would be that sound

And we, well, we

We would be the band to play it