Lyrics:
Hey hey its good to see you
All dressed in white
You're looking thinner, I got your letter
I'm so glad you'll soon be better
I can tell that just
da glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better
And me
It took a while to come around to David Bowie's new CD
And it's much too late to give back your Magnetic
Fields EP
Can I keep it
By my pillow?
gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I'm tryna get by, double U E double B follow with
For the morning mail
Maybe a letter from a friend
Only time will tell
She counts each crack in the walk below
Like she counts the hours she waits by
you
I want you for Christmas
You're a pet that money can't get
And nothing but you will do
I just wrote a letter
And if my wish come true
You can bet
the cruel words
In your letter
Are baptized by my tears
I would try to make it all better
But it would take years
Cause while I've been feeding your
tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck
If the pussy gets wetter
Chicks, I never sweat her
I'm gettin all the cheddar
Bitch, read the letter
I pattened the plan
I'm not done saying prayers,
Like I was writing your letters,
'Cause if heaven's far like I think it is,
You wouldn't get 'em.
So yeah, so this is
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(A Love Letter to Jonathan Richman)
Well the Ancient Egyptians, and the other Africans
The Mayans, the Incas, and all
I read the morning paper, someone had
Just died
In big bold letters so it comes as
No surprise
I'm looking at a story 'bout violence, a
Word
things that she's packin
Hey yo baby, apologize, but now I realize, hm, I knew exactly how she felt
That's why I'm sittin at the crib by my goddamn self
the nation
Who send in their letters and dial in on a cord
AND FOR ALL THE NEWCOMERS JUST GETTIN ON BOARD
Who want to rock with us and turn the party out
Can I come to your party
I won't get in your way
I'll stand there in the corner
With not too much to say
Except what you have heard by now
thinking of you to make me strong
Oh my friend, oh my friend
Am I going where I belong
150 rum by the double shot
Warmed up in an aluminum pot
in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk
I got subpoena by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin'
home.
Should've worked late.
Should've sent those letters in the dusty milk crate,
But it's too late ha ha.
It doesn't matter anyway,
Cuz when
that I would feel?
Didn't you think I was for real?
I know it's been so long since then
But It's time I sent this letter to my friend
We had dreams
You're itching from the fever Forever gonna be there, you get from your receiver on your radio hoping for always tuning in the news Write a letter
I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
I'm sorry if I left you without sayin' goodbye.
Didn't think you'd understand the reasons why.
By the time you read my letter, I'll be crossing
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain
Put it all on a postcard
Get it off in the mail
Get a six page letter
Systems always fail
Out on good behavior
Carries the scars
Smock on the sender
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