I love old-school L.L. Cool J, but man, this has to be the opposite of a love song. Who could possibly be wooed by these words?
But where you at? You’re neither here or there.
I swear I can’t find you anywhere.
Damn sure you ain’t in my closet, or under my rug.
This love search is really making me bug!
I wonder if L.L. actually ever told a girl he wanted something “clean and unsoiled, yet sweaty and wet?”