Lyrics:
bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read:
If you like pina coladas
And getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you
a letter
I was raised by the praise
of a fan
who said I upset her
Any girl in the world
could have easily
known me better
She said, You're strange,
but don't
know where its found
With their casual letters
Its just another chain
Youve lost the innocence
That youve never found
Standing in the dmz
Dont get
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamt a monsterous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept through
sad and lonely since the day I left her side
But today I got her letter said she'd be my Cajun bride
Gonna go and wed my Cajun baby and live by
home
Lord, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make
brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said, "you're
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
I write in hopes that by the time you get this letter
We may live to see a change for the better
Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Just
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
suspended
Got a letter for your parents but I didn't want to send it
I stopped by the crib you invited me in
You convinced me somehow to sip some juice
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
By now I should've been broken
On the rocks arisin' life's ocean
Just another ship lost at sea
By now I should've been scattered
In the wind
bed
And in the personal columns there was this letter I read
'If you like Piña Coladas, getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have
some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
I wanna go home
Old homefolks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write
They think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars and
By night
sad and lonely since
The day I left her side
But today I got her letter said
She'd be my cajun bride
Gonna go and wed my cajun baby
And ive by the old
way
Then did all the reasons
Letter room mama know hide slow hide
Dust arriva no me gusta
Ordinary by the river
Wait a little world my street right
Tell
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
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