baby i couldnt tell you
if its promised just maintain momentum and keep being honest
i leftbreakfastin the toaster
stilltrusting every single one of mysoldiers and
i cant even say that your cigarette was my dying face oh baby told
its been too long
tell me how you could fill up with october
when you been drinking and youre hardly sober
packs in the mail but that’s just not important
i take the whip and im hauling thru autumn
days ended early as if we forgot em
dont make the same mistakes and use some logic cuz trust me you dont want the pain of tomorrow
when you find out that the world spins without you
and you realize that the stars are just stars
dont call on angels or gods the devil is lost
when theres no more pain in my heart
‘cept a couple things leading through shortage
mocassins dont feel as warm as they shouldve
made it out of the summer of boredom
went to sleep shivering in no comfort
and shorty so bad that she make me redundant
know thats no reason to sit in the corner
spread up the apple butter in the kitchen been making up stories since i was a yungin
i want some silver linings in my sundays and no i don’t need company for nirvana
turned off the tv and picked up the mobile i told her come over excitement is going
back on my seventeen
you know i dont remember things as we all crack the medicine you need a better remedy
parking lot synergy all i need is energy
you could tell me anything but that dont mean
jacob well i would drive 40 miles to nickel dime
to sing the words to save your life
you offer things i cant refuse
but give me times that dont suffice
i need multiple suitors im suit and tie for the greetings
i dont need money a man of nothing but some sneakers
im tropicana in west savannah sippin sweet tea
dont want discussion if theres percussion on the beating
brothers on the ccs
man without a reason
click click cheesin
passport visa
yung j caesar
no fake family
at 4 seasons
thats that dog
thats that evil
im too flagrant
im too regal
i go postal im that post man
nikol jokic or shaq diesel
i would drop everything to tame the fire
or halt the storm to shine some light
on problems that you made yourself
on reasons i cant spend the night
im just glad to clear the things on the easel
much love pops left money all on the mantle
i never said that us together was easy
all things point to being too hard to handle
Artist: The 4 Seasons
Year: 1980
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 260