[Ceschi:] Well it's been long enough now, that I can laugh about it Without tear jerks, or suicidal notes And although life's changed, my feet won't stop movin And calluses just continue to cover my whole being I thought I loved you then, I know I love you now And I won't forget a single second of the time we spent Furthermore, I'll never be able to just replace you But taking your photos from out of my wallet and wallowing in my own sorrow for hours what a fucking joke Another half truth Dripping out of the mouth of an idiot that still cares for you As much as the first day that he met you and as much as he regrets it Tell you he'd stop rapping in the third person if he could only smell you Well you, could've {?} unravelled the truth about how you fell but umm I should've focused my energy obviously on someone else-ah Who would've listened to every word that you could possibly utter A father a publicist even an optimist some of them said to be truthful Because I missed the, moments were thinking was optional Total bliss love, as the tentacles dig deep into our cell bodies And then some, when we became one There wasn't a single force in the world that could shake us
Do doo-doo, doo-doo-doo [x3] Doo-doo-doo doo doo doo
Well now I'm dead sure, that I was dead on That we should be together 'til death and then some That you was drop dead beautiful I'm never dead wrong The rest'll be dead and gone and there'll be no dreaded song I just beheaded the long, with you between my temples Fingerpainting fictional flowers throughout my mental Overpowered but gentle, sweeter than sour tempered Just fiending for an hour when we can be back together This evil convenience, is easier than love In fact, most everything is easier than love It's whack, but I guess the tempered human being deserves it For being born with mortal sin, all torn up in stomachs and aching bones, I know that you can never just stomach these aching tomes disguises as achey poems But it's the only way I'll come to grips with what went wrong It's the only way I'll clear my throat of these dead frogs And it's embarassing sometimes I know But I hope that the sinners realize that this pain stems from growth
Do doo-doo, doo-doo-doo [x3] Doo-doo-doo doo doo doo
Well here's that third verse that I usually cut from songs And maybe it's a symbol of me finally moving on Or maybe it just means that I never want to let go Or possibly it's signifying the loss of self-control And a last effort attempt to reach what's missing from my soul Where those few visible words that won't even graze her earlobes But I give it a shot - though, and rock slow enough So she can know his breath just not, for the rhymes to say He's trying too hard, he's making it tough I hope she knows I give a fuck More than head penises and pussies and Hollywood sluts I'm sorry for not giving up, I'm sorry for caring too much I'm sorry for giving apologies so many times that I'm stuck in a rut I wish that this could be the last time that I said love Cause sometimes wishes come true, so now this song is done..
[repeat to fade:] Do doo-doo, doo-doo-doo [x3] Doo-doo-doo doo doo doo
Amel Bent lyrics