Lyrics:
numbers in your jeans
You're talking in your sleep
Faded letters written by me
Get o-u-t
No more sitting at home alone
While you're out with
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
Guess I'm tryna get by
'Cause like the weather, I change with time
And I sit at home, cry to Pavement
I wish I was Stephen Malkmus
I wanted change, no
Home of the NBA championship
Purple and gold, homie let the story be told
It's the city where you shoot your favorite television episode
And you can
matter where I am, they remind me of home
One thing I can count on to always be done
Is being loved with cards and letters from Mom
She sends me cards
Sat by the riverside, skimming stones
I'd never felt so alone
Thinking of the people I used to know
But it's a long way home
I'll write a letter
What's the MountView like now from your mountain of paper?
I'm not a hater, I'm not Wiley
Just wanna be a judge like Simon Cowell
An amanda by my side
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
on my shit and did em dirty
Step back swish Ion shoot to miss this 30 like Stephen curry
I Had Rubbed my eyes to get my vision right cause it was blurry
back home
I still got pesos
From the weekend
Up in Hong Kong
W the demons
I stay prayed
I be leaning
This ain’t jodeci
No feenin
Never sprung
I
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
Another Christmas day
Will come and go away
I've got so far to go
But I wanna go home
I need to go home
May be surrounded by
A million
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
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
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
a girl in the bar
Walked up beside him
And this is what she said
She said, a woman came by
With a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I'm
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
shot at
I'm tired of hiding in the ground
From all those enemy soldiers that
Blindly follow orders so
I don't send letters home
'Cause I know that they
you ehh...
Lazy girl with pride
This is a letter for you
Because of money
Stay away from people hubby
No grab
Another woman joy...
Cos wives are not
my peasant stew
In my rook
Switch with the king
Safe from the sting
Judge by the gleam In the jewels you bring
Home's where the heart's at
Heart's
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
telling me
I'm alone contemplating writing
My last letter
A pen and a pad makes me feel better
I sit at home meditating
To session my situation
One deep
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