![]() I believe we should collectively neglect it, let the ivy and weeds grow over all get together in a few hundred years or so cause I’m not convinced that we should exist at all man, I didn’t ask for this so on a bad day I get bitter about it I am admitting a lack of gratitude I know…but when I look at that faded clipping of my mother fifteen years old on a bicycle smiling for the local paper looking like my sister I feel overgrown with that deep deep love when I'm with my lover and she steps out of the shower and she’s tugging too hard on her snarled hair I ask her to come over and sit down on the bed I make a fist below the root and I loosen the grip of those knots without ripping another strand she takes the comb to kiss the open palm of my hand and I am tangled in that deep deep love when I walk by my neighbor and he’s on his front steps with his two scruffy dogs and he’s cooing their names his wife comes out to join him and they coo those names in unison they kiss those dirty little noses and I watch from the sidewalk as they live inside all that love passing by a pure scene in somebody else’s life gives my life meaning, passing through a good scene in somebody else’s life fills my cup it ignites that fire to pour out my love give all my love my deep deep love give all your love your love I’m not convinced we should strive for midtown. To fall to a thousand floors and laugh til we're sore Move through the pastel pink fields of wheatĬause it's all that I want to do, to love you Tuck our jeans into our socks and move through the pastel pink fields of wheat In the city square where we look through the scope at In the dark where we project Varda films on the wallĪt the red light where we kiss beneath the golden arch When I missed six pitches in the batting cage I'm stubborn and fresh and hot-headed too Honey I've got little flaws just like you I thought you were tough up until you stopped meįrom plucking that tiny white flower from the earth You try to be hard but I know you're a softie To take out and sort through the strange things we doīaby you've got little flaws just like me To fall to a thousand floors and laugh til we’re sore That this world brought me to you now and didn’t waitĬause it’s all that I want to do, to love you Will bloom little flaws that mimic the starsĪnd the belief that ours could exist some light years away, some light years apart ![]() That when fully realized - a slick, sobbing sculpture. Over a short span in the pulsing world of a woman How we begin as a paste that builds into a base I saw by the 24 hour neon light, the freckles on your armīut in the morning light when I watched your sleeping bodY BREATHING Written by: Caleb Toliver, Navraj Singh Goraya, Sergio Kitchens, John Lathrop Mitchell, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.When we left the diner and walked into the night Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC ‘Cause we counting up everyday (everyday) I can’t be no sucker, ain’t hating on no one I won’t ever love a bi- more than my mother Never gon’ be one to turn on my brother when police has got him detained (nah) I’m never gon’ go against the grain (go ‘gainst the grain) I knew I was stuck to that game, uh (stuck) I made my first fifty, I couldn’t go back empty He blessed me with fortune and fame (fortune and fame, nice) I was fifteen, I sip codeine with my dawg, yeah (codeine)ĭid a Percocet, promethazine, I feel gnarly (promethazine) I’m a rockstar, play guitars, sippin’ Wock’, ayy (hey)Īdderall, feelin’ nausea, xanax bars, ayy (yeah) ![]() I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji Yeah, I’m a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (oh) Kickin’ my feet up, left the PJ’s on a PJ (PJ) ![]() Gettin’ checks, I don’t believe her, she say she done with meīurnt some bridges, and I let the fire light the way (oh-whoa) Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress (stress)Īll this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (nothing)įilled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (disgusting)Ĭan’t believe it, gotta thank God that I’m living comfortably (thank God) In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (bling) ![]() Lips sealed, ain’t pillow talkin’, I’m no rat (no) Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’Īddy boys, got some 60’s in my bag (yeah) Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin’ (juice)Ĭopped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah) These bi-es they hate and you can’t miss what you never had Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey ![]()
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