歌曲 | Missing You |
歌手 | Kero One |
专辑 | Kinetic World |
Verse 1 | |
Dear Missy, | |
I just touched Sicily | |
thinking bout you, wondering how much you miss me | |
we just performed Spain, where some got tipsy, | |
saw a couple groupies, even still its trippy, | |
speaking of, the nights start late there, | |
people leave at 12 having fun till the sun blares, | |
demolishing Paella, Papas Bravas and Tapas, | |
drinking down Cervezas with the boys and Muchachas, | |
yeah I learned some words, but it’s getting absurd, | |
lost in translation mixing up my verbs, | |
like “guten tag” in Prague, in Sri Lanka I said “danke”, | |
Morocco “arigato”, all these countries got me bonkers, | |
but you know, when in Rome do as they do | |
damn it’s getting late sound check’s in a few | |
how’s your boss treating you? Share your latest in news | |
signed sincerely, you’re man that’s missing you, | |
Chorus | |
I’m missing you, I’m missing you | |
I wish you were here with me and I was there with you | |
VERSE 2 | |
“Bonjour Bonjour”, live from Bordeaux France, | |
where they say “savah!”, before they slap your hand, | |
we've been staying in the country with Jerome and Vernon, | |
sipping fine wines, till it exits our urine, | |
smooth on the palette, but cheap in Euros even, | |
here these Europeans damn near charge you for breathing, | |
so it’s saying a lot, it’s getting crazy on the wallets | |
and the only way to stall it, short arms and deep pockets | |
plus last night they stole my phone in Paris, | |
with my streets smarts, who thought it would happen to me | |
so today I’ll keep it cheap “Big Mac” and some cheese, | |
keep my baggage from thieves | |
and leave the rapping to me, | |
but anyway I never heard back from you | |
I hope you got my letter and those macaroons | |
tomorrow’s the election, many living with fear, | |
if Sar Kozees' elected then the city might flip, | |
burning cars and all, and it's time to dip | |
next stop Tokyo, my second home nearly, | |
and man i'm missing you, wishing you were here | |
sincerely… | |
CHORUS | |
Verse 3 | |
wow, I’m back home, at my humble abode | |
dang, its two MONTHS, since I’ve been back home, | |
everything’s surreal, guess that’s life on the road, | |
and it feels good like “Tony Tony Tone” | |
my clocks still saying 3am Japan, | |
when we'd likely be out on a stage with the band, | |
man, I wish you here to welcome me home babe, | |
embrace me like you use to, brand new like a phone date, | |
surf me like a homepage wrestling messing with, | |
each other, you smother me like butter on toast, | |
hey and I’m still waiting on your response at least, | |
its been almost a year since I've seen you with me, | |
man, why was it you, that night I let you drive? | |
why was it me that night I had survived? | |
why was it that some dumb ass let him drive! | |
as drunk as he was I cant believe he's alive, | |
and your gone “poof” like you never existed, | |
my tears rolled swift, as your head I lifted, | |
I vowed to protect you, and now your distant | |
i'm waiting for the day I see you back in existence, | |
and as days pass, I'll keep faith in God | |
he won’t steer me wrong, even when it gets odd, | |
so till we're in heaven, keep believing within you | |
signed sincerely, your man that’s missing you… | |
CHORUS | |
CHORUS |
Verse 1 | |
Dear Missy, | |
I just touched Sicily | |
thinking bout you, wondering how much you miss me | |
we just performed Spain, where some got tipsy, | |
saw a couple groupies, even still its trippy, | |
speaking of, the nights start late there, | |
people leave at 12 having fun till the sun blares, | |
demolishing Paella, Papas Bravas and Tapas, | |
drinking down Cervezas with the boys and Muchachas, | |
yeah I learned some words, but it' s getting absurd, | |
lost in translation mixing up my verbs, | |
like " guten tag" in Prague, in Sri Lanka I said " danke", | |
Morocco " arigato", all these countries got me bonkers, | |
but you know, when in Rome do as they do | |
damn it' s getting late sound check' s in a few | |
how' s your boss treating you? Share your latest in news | |
signed sincerely, you' re man that' s missing you, | |
Chorus | |
I' m missing you, I' m missing you | |
I wish you were here with me and I was there with you | |
VERSE 2 | |
" Bonjour Bonjour", live from Bordeaux France, | |
where they say " savah!", before they slap your hand, | |
we' ve been staying in the country with Jerome and Vernon, | |
sipping fine wines, till it exits our urine, | |
smooth on the palette, but cheap in Euros even, | |
here these Europeans damn near charge you for breathing, | |
so it' s saying a lot, it' s getting crazy on the wallets | |
and the only way to stall it, short arms and deep pockets | |
plus last night they stole my phone in Paris, | |
with my streets smarts, who thought it would happen to me | |
so today I' ll keep it cheap " Big Mac" and some cheese, | |
keep my baggage from thieves | |
and leave the rapping to me, | |
but anyway I never heard back from you | |
I hope you got my letter and those macaroons | |
tomorrow' s the election, many living with fear, | |
if Sar Kozees' elected then the city might flip, | |
burning cars and all, and it' s time to dip | |
next stop Tokyo, my second home nearly, | |
and man i' m missing you, wishing you were here | |
sincerely | |
CHORUS | |
Verse 3 | |
wow, I' m back home, at my humble abode | |
dang, its two MONTHS, since I' ve been back home, | |
everything' s surreal, guess that' s life on the road, | |
and it feels good like " Tony Tony Tone" | |
my clocks still saying 3am Japan, | |
when we' d likely be out on a stage with the band, | |
man, I wish you here to welcome me home babe, | |
embrace me like you use to, brand new like a phone date, | |
surf me like a homepage wrestling messing with, | |
each other, you smother me like butter on toast, | |
hey and I' m still waiting on your response at least, | |
its been almost a year since I' ve seen you with me, | |
man, why was it you, that night I let you drive? | |
why was it me that night I had survived? | |
why was it that some dumb ass let him drive! | |
as drunk as he was I cant believe he' s alive, | |
and your gone " poof" like you never existed, | |
my tears rolled swift, as your head I lifted, | |
I vowed to protect you, and now your distant | |
i' m waiting for the day I see you back in existence, | |
and as days pass, I' ll keep faith in God | |
he won' t steer me wrong, even when it gets odd, | |
so till we' re in heaven, keep believing within you | |
signed sincerely, your man that' s missing you | |
CHORUS | |
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