Yam, The King of Crops lyrics

felt sick, felt good the heat burns, old wood muscles in my arms pump like machines the jericho palm tree is plush and green bright sun, the new day i felt sick in a good way felt the fever climb when you came down all the way across town and you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes sun fading overhead the sunset, bright red your green eyes, your smooth walk fresh tomato, celery stalk, you cook pot of pari basmati rice i felt good, you looked nice you stood like galatea, over me fried garlic, kim chee and you brought me a plate of sweet potatoes