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Kojaque
Kojaque
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Jeff Simmons
Jeff Simmons
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Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Songwriter
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Kojaque
Kojaque
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Depression is a cycle Midday sun got my belly cherry red like a wino Teeth stained but albino The spliff had my head spinnin' like a vinyl I swear I used to know myself but what do I know? I was dead upon arrival Laying in the wake of every sin from out the bible Top of Mount Olympus with a goddess on my lino Says she not a singer but I make her hit the high notes Bed look like the lido She quick-witted, make ya wish you grabbed a biro I trace her body till I see it with my eyes closed Hand travels places only she and I know Her legs shaking like she walkin' on a tight rope Or forgot to draw the giro (fuck) Guess she switched the plans Woke up in the morning she was puttin' on her pants (where you goin'?) She just worked a double, thought she booked it in advance Maybe not, she's out the door before I took a second glance And the kiss goodbye was awkward, accidentally touching hands When yesterday she looked at me like I could be her last Now it's feelin' different, Yoko Ono joined the band All this Lennon or McCarthy chatter fuckin' up my plans I walk her out as if I'm busy and it's grand Spent the rest of Sunday evening watering the plants Tryin' not to question whether we could ever last I'm shadow boxin' with my demons Who'd have thought they had some hands? Momma watch the setting sun Try to see what you have done Turn your face and catch the light Before it fades out of sight It's probably been a half a decade since I been in love And not for lack of opportunity, there's been enough It's like I try my best to get 'em just to give 'em up And half the time, it's like it's me I'm really running from Shadows in the summer sun Days were never long enough Daisy chains and all them razor bumps Before I really knew what lovin' was I get nostalgic about the shit I used to have but never used to want Start to miss her when the winter comes Pissin' matches have ya pissin' blood Used to act so cold and distant, I was slippin' up Tell the truth, I kinda miss the verbal fisticuffs And tryna make ya laugh You crack a smile and slip me off the hook Remember when you used to say I never listened much? (what you say?) Stay distracted, lookin' into greener pastures in a different blunt Double tappin' pics I probably shouldn't (who?) Real specific ones (Betty) Then I'd lie to you and reel ya back till we were kissin' tongues Fight like cat and dog Tryna deal with all my baggage, had to wish you luck It was different times, we were smoking different stuff Matter fact, I can't remember why I miss it much Momma watch the setting the setting sun It was different times we were smokin' different stuff Try to see what you have done Matter fact I can't remember why I miss it much Turn your face and catch the light It was different times we were smokin' different stuff Before it fades out of sight It was different times we were smokin' different stuff
Writer(s): Kevin Smith, Jeff Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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