Front Porch

And there's so many stories that
A man could tell about himself
How am I supposed to trust, well? Well
Do you know where your homie is at?
He's sitting by his lonely self
Meanwhile you're a shell

I might never do nothing
Nothing wrong again
Just to see how it feels
To be under a god, oh

I could tell you something (tell something)
I've got a lot of love for this little hottie
I've got a lot of love for her little body
(For her little bo-body)
Couldn't tell nobody (couldn't tell)

She might tell you something (tell something)
About some qualities that she finds impressive
I cannot see them all but I gotta trust her
Maybe that's what love is
(Maybe that's what love is)

And there's so many stories that
A man could tell about himself
How am I supposed to trust, well? Well
Do you know where your homie is at
He's sitting by his lonely self
Meanwhile you're a shell (shell)

I might never do nothing
Nothing wrong again
Just to see how it feels
To be under a god, oh

I might never do nothing
Nothing wrong again
Just to see how it feels
To be under a god, oh

I'm a child in the field, child in the field
I'm a child in the field
I'm a child in the field
Child in the field, child in the field
Child in the field, child in the field