I divide all readers into two classes; those who read to remember and those who read to forget.
William Lyon Phelps
CHORUS 1:
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
[Bridge:]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Let me holla' at the d.j.
I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand me down brew
In the trap house, in the trap house, in the trap house
Gucci mane check it
[Chorus]
Chopper on the floor pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
I know what you're doing, I see it all to clear
I only taste the saline, when I kiss away your tears
You really had me, wishing on a star
But the black hole that surrond you
Are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion
Like a candle burning bright,
Love is glowing in your eyes.
A flame to light our way,
That burns brighter every day.
Now I have you.
I love the way you walk
Said I'm crazy 'bout your walk
I love the way you talk
When you're talkin' that talk
I love the way you walk
You're my babe
Oh the benches were stained with tears and perspiration
The birdies were flying from tree to tree
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree
And the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, his guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadillac
Flamin’ hair just a blowin’ in the wind
Ain’t seen a bed in so long it’s a sin
He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he had longed to see
There's a pleasure
We must all feel
And it's a pleasure I know
Of losing your heart
And then letting love grow
