Dig My Funk

U say U love me,
and that U've read all my songs...
Baby, baby, baby-
do U like 'em, what the hell is wrong?...
Do I not write enough,
of the things that turn U on?...
U couldn't handle the sensual flow,
U'd B callin' me up at dawn... yes, U would...

U don't even show me love,
even though my heart bleeds on these keyboards...
What am I dreaming of?
tell me if U dig me, or if I make U bored...

Do U dig my funk?
do U like the way I write with passion, babe?...
Do U dig my funk?
I talk of Jesus and of love that's made...
Tell me, all U people... Do U dig my funk?
Tell me, all U people... is it only junk?...

U requested 2 B my friend,
but U never tell me right from wrong...
Baby, baby, baby-
do U just fake your love along?...
Do I not write enough,
of the things that make U hot?...
U couldn't handle my words of love,
U can't handle my words of God...