Sarah

She said I care a lot about you, told her that I know that But I’m not sure I know of any way for me to show that Beside this Said she's sorry she don't know rap I showed her sum'n I was thinking of her when I wrote that And I haven't the faintest how to hold back Sinking into the pace between routine and what I know that Thinking of you but through myself Couldn't tell you if it's true I guess I'd prolly have a clue or maybe two if I just knew myself I threw myself into this mix and now it's you myself and I Stuck to all this music moving to unglue myself But I can't, no chance, tell me how I’m 'posed to lie With open heart and open eyes, lock-ed truths and open lies Spoken cries, muted screams, woken highs and lucid dreams Of anything and I mean anything except for you and me Wrote a couple bars about you way back Never slipped a word about it then I didn't know how I could say that And how the fuck I’m 'posed to lay back And gently watch you exit stressing while depression wanders through my tape deck This is the absence of you You gotta go and tell me baby whats a rapper to do? Whatever happened to you? I’m happy picturing a happier you But what's a rapper to do? It wasn't actin with you I guess it had to be you