Lyrics:
a pacemaker Keep her heart good though.
See the street sweeper cleaning up the hood bro?
Gardener working hard pass the mailbox.
Lawnmower cutting yard,
a little piece mail
Fortified in my cloud castle mailbox kingdom
And as if we were a fairytale
You're also mail and it was nice to meet you
Her name was
Yeah yeah yeah (what)
What what what what
Im my biggest flex
Im my biggest flex
Im gettin' mailbox money waiting on my biggest check
Rizz god when I
mans from the sandbox
I had bitches with the waves but I got more since dreadlocks
They just sent a package I just pray it hit my mailbox
Seeing all them
versteh
Und für dich bei mir wieder nur meine Mailbox rangeht
Meine Mailbox
Es geht schon wieder hin und her bei uns
Und schon wieder ist es ohne Grund
I can't even go to the mailbox without you accusing me of cheating on you.
So what can I do?
What can I say to you to prove that I am faithful?
You
Laughing at them preppy kids wearing crocs
Grab a bat let’s go f**k up a mailbox and crack a natty light pretend we drank a lot
We was young, dumb kids in
Well you can sit back baby
And tell me things I know
Don't bother goin' through my mailbox
Cause I'm not sendin' any more
Well you can take my
not wanna see me
But whatever 'cause I still own a mailbox key
And a signed agreement to a mailbox lease
Ten dollars per month and I couldn't be stingy
The same mailbox over and over again
(Like in a haze, it's all the same)
The same feelings that won't just come to an end
(Day after day)
When I
still own a mailbox key
And a signed agreement to a mailbox lease
Ten dollars per month and I couldn't be stingy so
99 months plus one free
So I guess
Spreche auf deine Mailbox
Stundenlang keine Antwort
Ich hab doch gesagt, bitte melde dich
Ich wollte dich aber Baby nein du wolltest nicht
Falle so tief ja,
FROM JESUS WITH LOVE
JOHN COVERT
THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS, MY MAILBOX IS FULL
STORE ADS AND JUNK MAIL, BILLS OVERDUE
PLACED IN THE BACK,
the mailbox milk sucks,
Let the animals go
They were blaming my dad
For testing on cats
They were blaming my dad,
My dad?
My dad (my dad) versus
And for a fortnight there, we were together
Run into you sometimes, comment on my sweater
Now you're at the mailbox, turned into good neighbors
My
table
But they disappear
So how did we end up here?
I might be another night
Keep the couch pulled out leave a key inside the mailbox
I might be
You said you'd leave your house key in the
Mailbox once you pack up all your things
Something 'bout this breakup felt so brutal
Left me so incomplete
Upon this wretched fucking city
Mailbox arson
My sweet revenge
Mailbox arson
My sweet revenge
Strike a match and burn away
Every tie that
Your name's still on the mailbox
I still buy your soap, I've still got that hope
But I refuse to shrug my shoulders and sigh
Or say goodbye to you
One lazy Friday morning I rolled out of bed, strolled over to my mailbox, couldn'tbelieve what I saw there. Tax man wants my money, health insurance
in their lines that they tell, shocked
Six months before I signed, had a pie in the mailbox (mailbox)
I heard they sick about me rapping 'bout
See as the rich is getting richer
The poorer is getting poorer
Se mira Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's
da, nur die Mailbox geht ran
Und ich höre jedes Mal „Babe, mach dir keine Sorgen“
Denk' zu viel nach, fuck it, ich bin am Arsch
Ich kack' immer
letter keeps coming back
So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me
(She
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