I'm tryin' to clear my mind
I get some new batteries almost every night
But all I seem to find is this gangsta
Gangsta type of need
You know how they come down on a girl
People say mind over matter
The stresses of this world
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Lord, this here celibacy thing
It's been hard to sleep at night
And it don't matter
Like an addict, I could really use a thing
But I don't mind what they say
Night, scratchin' it right
