Rabbit Stew

You can be my pen pal

We can be the best of friends

You can be the falsetto in my voice

Hope it never ever, ever, ever ends

'Cause the highs be the highs

And the lows be the lows

I'd rather love you on the low

Than love you and the whole world knows

Been thinking 'bout writing this letter forever, I'm

Flipping the page, shifting the rage

Feelings be often on left or the center, I'm

Good at tackling problems I must say

Or maybe not, maybe I'm thinking I

Linked a couple times, I think a couple minds might

Think alike or maybe not

I thought we thought the same and that's a shame

That's what made me hot, now we in a savory spot

Saltier than ever, we be shifting weather

Hoping we can weather through the storm, so

Whether in my heart or whether you be in my arms

I can change it with a text, I think the weather's in my palms

In often need of a temperature check

That requires more than a hand on my head

To know if it's best to stay in the bed

I guess the message is, "It's better to say it instead"

You can be my pen pal

We can be the best of friends

You can be the falsetto in my voice

Hope it never ever, ever, ever ends

'Cause the highs be the highs

And the lows be the lows

I'd rather love you on the low

Than love you and the whole world knows

Rabbit stew

(Rabbit stew) Your struggles are gonna be blown away

(Rabbit stew) Your struggles are gonna be blown away

Is we good, is we bad?

Is we done, is we back? (Shake that shit)

Is we good (Shake that shit) Is we bad? (Shake that shit)

Is we done (Shake that shit) Is we back? (Shake that shit)

Is we good (Shake that shit) Is we bad? (Shake that shit)

Is we done (Shake that shit) Is we back? (Shake that shit)

Is we good (Too black, shake that shit) Is we bad? (Too black, shake that shit)

Is we done (Too black, shake that shit) (Too black)

Too black to beat my opp blue

Too white to see how I do

Too grey to think like you youth

Don't say my dreams come true

Your dreams is different then I vivid

Say I got the same chances, that's ignorant

Grown ass man, who you think you kidding?

Three strikes out, just missed my mitten

Two shots, bow you caught me slipping

Macintosh, I gotta think different

Shorten my bus even though I'm gifted

Put me in cuffs, that's the only mission

Ridicule me till my body stiffens

Cripple me 'cause you think I'm crippin'

Blood on leaves, making blood for a living

Showing my love, now my love go missing

You can be my pen pal (I write a letter to my friends)

We can be the best of friends

You can be the falsetto in my voice

Hope it never ever, ever, ever ends

'Cause the highs be the highs

And the lows be the lows

I'd rather love you on the low

Than love you and the whole world knows