Lyrics:
the music grew and grew
With ever greater pain
I stepped back in the shadows
For I could not stand the strain
I tried to look, my eyes were blind
I tried
shit)
Dear My Cranston
You are looking fine
How do you think
Would you do cars
Cause we have hours afar among us
And bagels to eat
Do you understand
this weather, my dear?
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again, oh baby
Won't you come and put our two hearts
Dear Nate
I’ve got something that I want to say
Something from the heart
Maybe it’ll ease the pain
Dear Nate
I’ve got something that I want to say
you've been through
Oh God you got no clue
All I want is to tell you
Come here
I just wanna stay right by your side
And dance all night
My dear
I could be
Yo, mind full of dreams
Heart full of pain
Pen full of ink
Music in my veins
My head's in the clouds
I heard they calling for rain
Prepared
tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again
So baby won't you
like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm
money)
I'm sorry my dear
If I make you feel lonely
(You're feeling lonely)
Don't get the wrong idea
I'm trying to show you
Oh show you
Oh to know you
I've got these muses
They in my ear
I've got this music
It's all I hear
I've got these muses
That I hold dear
I'll still be here
When the smoke
lay til sunrise
Paralyzed by your reply
Follow me my dear we'll go
Trade these city lights in for the great unknown
Follow me my dear we'll go
You keep hate and you keep cursing
But you ain't gonna accomplish nothing
Cause my dear let me tell you something
I be blessed not just damn lucky
Dear Slim, I want you to know
You're my biggest inspiration
Introduced me to this path
You've helped lead me to my vocation
You've helped me more
Gently, my dear
I'll catch you winter butterflies
Not today, tomorrow
I'll catch you winter butterflies
Tomorrow
I'll catch you winter butterflies tomorrow
And all my drawings too
It was December Dear
Lost in the scene of it all
It was December Dear
Streets wound by
And I wondered why
We ever met in you car
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
on the radio
Radio
This music speaks to me like it did at age 13
This music takes me someplace beautiful and new
It speaks to me like loving whispers in my
Grown Folks Music
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : Listen with your heart and soul while the song just takes control
me more than books
A little more by your good looks
Redefine what it means to pine
Relearn what it means to yearn
I'd burn my books for you my dear
strange ability
When to others my behavior seemed so queer
I imitated birdsong and the speech of politicians
Played piano in the big house by ear
Oh I wish
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
yellow tent by the frozen tractor
The music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played "Stavin' Chain"
And Mighty Tiny on the saw
And he threw his
weather, my dear
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again so baby won't you
Come and put our two hearts together
That
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