Lyrics:
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
The best beginning is the one that's done together
Write the pages of the book, marking out every letter
Graduating from yourself into the life
blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine
before you get meatsliced
I'm from the third, I gotta try you
Guy you play Ryu, you might lose a Ken in a street fight
Night slow guiders with both sirens
creeping
Finding numbers in your jeans
You're talking in your sleep
Faded letters written by me
No more sittin' at home alone
While you're out with somebody
heard from this boyfriend of mine)
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mister Postman, look and see
Is there a letter
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
somewhere, sounds like somethin' that you would say
And your porch light from far away
It leads me home, it guides me home when I've gone astray
Remember that
charred by the desert sun too long left out
A dream splintered by what they've gone so long without
We need to come home to the things that were stolen from
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
and surrender.
Can I take you home?
We lock out the world and we'll stay here forever
Say it to me, three letters.
Fall from your mind to your mouth
Can I
letter
Hope this one will make things better
No turn back
No chance for backslide
No more gifts for those from past time
Time goes by, got memorized
Now
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
Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies
oh Lord I wanna 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 the cars by
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
Another summer day
has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome...
but I wanna go home
...uhm Home
may be surrounded by
a million people I
still feel all
If I was a mailbox, you'd probably put you're your letters inside of me
And then open me up by my big fat head to look inside
Another morning
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