Some Other Time Songtext

von Jill Scott

How 'bout another time, some other time

How 'bout you call next week
We'll get something to eat
We'll just hang and chill just to keep the thrill
How 'bout another time, some other time

Oh my god, I really had a good time tonight
It was fun, I had stars in my eyes
Oh my god, he was fly, he was witty and sweet
Relaxed, comfortable, nice, fine

Conversation was nice and easy
Steady moving, good sense of humor, smart
There's a kind of dignitary vibe, I like that
Original hip hop element

Break dancing, fat laces, Soul Train
He's kind of Don Cornelius to me
Cooler than a fan, baby
But it's only been two weeks

How 'bout another time, some other time

He could be a snake in the grass
Deceptively hiding
Waiting to spill his venom on my ass
You know, hide, girl

He could be cold blooded
With another women behind another door
And another couple kids, three or four

He could be lying about his money
Shit, no dough
Ain't got nothing to show
Fronting with his Veuve Cliquot

He could be, be a lot of things, lot of things
He could be a lot of things, no one knows
I just wanna see
Spirit of discernment

I just wanna see
How 'bout it, how 'bout it
How 'bout it, how 'bout it
Spirit of discernment

How 'bout you call next week
How 'bout it, how 'bout it
How 'bout it, how 'bout it
Spirit of discernment