Lyrics:
home
I'll recite you this letter, in hopes you'll love me
Stop signs, car lights, I ain't going home tonight
One time for old times, Girl I hope that
Old ticket stubs, gum wrappers etched
In ways to write your name
Love letter scraps no strings attached
Just odds and ends and things
Wind blows
and directed and sold
To the scorn of the new from burdens of the old
But residing in the darkness and toeing a line as we are not sentient, gifted by God
We are
to see your picture
Or read your old love letters
To know the fool that I've been
I'm reminded all the time
I don't need to drive by your house
Or go
alright tonight
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter
It's four pages but my name ain't
On rap
With a pack of a wrap
And a year old mac
Sitting back with a track
Till that shit slaps
After that
Take a big ol' nap
By the time I'm up
Hope
I'll miss this old town
Our place where love was found
I'll remember those days but
It's time that we part ways
As I close my door
This time, I'll
gold
Ma Story is untold
Black is not old
Black is not cold
Hard to unfold
We made by GOD
We never too bored
Fashion so sold
Tuseme kwanza Black color
long for a time when
We can get blind and sing our songs like old friends
Your last letter gave me a heavy heart my dear Jack
So I’ll be humming our song
too
Don’t get to the top by stepping on people under you
Well some will do, that’s just not me
Maybe that’s the reason I am not cocky
Its like Ima old
So I took a walk to the edge of the town
And thought of leaving it all behind
When I saw a little letter fall right out of the sky
As a grey mare
to learn so observed my surroundings
Something bout' the effort in letters I found arousing
My thoughts compounded
I kept myself grounded
For me it started
fell in and out of love
And now I don't know who to trust
I could tell you were two faced just by looking at the front
Everything was going accordingly
All the things I threw by the wayside
New doors to old places
Full cars to empty sapces
Parking lots are better half full
I'll find a spot in the back
back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and I
I took my place down by the churchyard
Singing heavy iron bells
Wondered on my old dear mother's health
I lit myself up there a torch fire
Til
downfall
Wide-eyed roses will melt in this snowstorm
Still, they’ll sit on my bedroom
Table until there’s nothing left
It’s so dark i can taste this old
in bed
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read
"If you like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into
in bed
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read
"If you like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into
Her Calling - America
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
Verse 1
he came in and tossed his bags - & put his books on the table
read a letter from an old
together, better than ever
These motherfuckers habitual line steppers
Make a nigga wanna write a Dear John letter
Mh, make her disappear, had to get
A golden ring to me so dear, old love letters stained with tears,
Had I only known the future from the start,
Then there'd be no soul to pine for the love
the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love
em
(Ahhh)
Anorexic to da lies you feeding, shift gears away from love I'm speeding
Wasting time with this 4 letter meaning, love is poison I'm just
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