Lyrics:
Well, I'm gonna have to get a new mailbox
'Cause all she left me was a hole
And I'm gonna have to get a new washin' machine
As soon as I get some
I found your letter in my mailbox today
You were just checkin' if I was okay
And if I still miss you
Well you know what they say
Just once
discovered, can't nothin save me
My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday bitch,
the real bills
We got enough of this shit
To go get Osama killed
Pay a little nigga to go figure
Out where ya momma live
Leave her address in the mailbox
and etching the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
Fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha.
There was nothing but
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint
In a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway
I can almost read the name
A swing
the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from
I went on down to the mailbox
Seems I got the phone bill yesterday
Charging me for some hour conversation
From someone in L.A.
I know there’s
started out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm
won't let her Leaves
her key inside the mailbox It's a two day drive to
Denver With a U-Haul if she doesn't take it slow She'll
find better things to do
would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
DROVE HALF WAY TO TOWN LAST NIGHT AND I TURNED AROUND IN A FIELD OF FIREFLIES MAKIN' SUCH A LONELY SOUND AS MY HEADLIGHTS FLASHED ON A MAILBOX BY
It was another day
A perfect Texas afternoon
A mother and two children
Play the way they always do
As they raced home from the mailbox
A mother
why real nigga come first
(first) , dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was
Out there on that curb
With that mailbox so in close
That's why real nigga come first
(first) , dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was
Out there on that curb
With mailbox so close with
another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
We be riddin' in 'em mailbox cars
Nigga, yeah that's us
I swear I never tell another soul
We was kickin'
never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
We be riddin' in 'em mailbox
incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my
the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can't wait 'til you write me you're coming around
I'm walking on sunshine (Wow!)
I'm walking on sunshine
the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can't wait 'til you write me you're coming around
I'm walking on sunshine (Wow!)
I'm walking on sunshine
the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can't wait 'til you write me you're coming around
I'm walking on sunshine (Wow!)
I'm walking on sunshine
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
run to the mailbox
She say it feels she's up in a cell block
And I open her cell lock, I'm the (Postman)
Just come to make my mail drop
More masculine
it like field goals, lick it like mail
Though sleep by your mailbox, IG yo' G spot
I kill yo' pill spot
I give a cheerleader somethin' to cheer 'bout
I
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