Lyrics:
Don't wait for the postman
If you're looking for a letter from me
There won't be anymore
There won't be anymore
And don't sit by your telephone
gon' be my bitch forever
No matter what happen, I'ma rep the clique forever
Them three letters (CMG)
Them three letters
No matter what happen, you
Today I burned your old love letters yes I burned them slowly one by one
And before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I
[Chorus: x2]
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfucking president
I want to talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfucking
That's how we're gonna do it, baby
We allow men who wanna join us
The rest can just stay by themselves
Woman power
(Woman power)
Woman power
(Woman
[Chorus: x 2]
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfuckin president
I want to talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin
arthritis
Sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel
I've got no politics, no influential friend or two
I've got ideas, but it's nothin' I picked up at school
I might be running, but I'm never running
You should see me tie my shoe
Hear me add up two and two
Things that I can do all by myself
I can take my bath alone
Draw a picture of my own
I used
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you would take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird, I'd never fly away
I'd
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you would take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird, I'd never fly away
I'd
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)
Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
Simple dreams created by the passion
In a place I've never been before
And letter perfect expectations of a love affair
That's what I found when I
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
The form letter that's written by the big computers (and infinitely kind)
The nuclear bombs (you lose) and the kids with no moms (we win)
And I'm fearful
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
Today I burned your old love letters I burned them slowly one by one
Before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I done
had in mind
But Cupid's little arrow can't be shared by more than two
So yesterday's letters will be my share of you
Yesterday's letters...
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
This next song, is a song, is one of the first songs
That I grew up listening to when I was into punk rock
It's song by a band that we respect a lot
Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a feller that sells you glue
Or President of the United States
I had in mind
But Cupid's little arrow can't be shared by more than two
Yesterday's letters will be my share of you
Yesterday's letters with
Four walls, two chests and the doorway
To a room that has always stayed closed
But sometimes that door can be opened
By someone that you used
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
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