Homeboy Sandman
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[Verse 1]

Heavy-hearted, light-headed
I had cold feet, I was hot under the collar
Was eager for my slice of Americana
Picket fence, 2.5 kids, back yard, pitching tents
I would pitch a tent, every time I pictured your magnificence
Or took a whiff as if to sniff your scent
You was heaven sent but I was hell-bent on helping
But you ain't ask for my help, when I asked for myself
And your answer was withheld
That was bad for my health
You just had to be held, I just had to rebel, which was bound to repel
Sick and tired intertwined, father time would tell
Save the toying for Mattel, Not for toying with my head, I don't know heads from tails
But I know very well, things were going very well, ain't no fault in what we felt
I ain't like every male...

[Verse 2]

Does she love me or she love me not?
I asked the petals from a flower in the flowerpot
But now that flower's shot
I had to cop another flower from the flower spot
Does anybody have a hunch how not to allow too much when you allow a lot?
I want the key, I'm not empowered by the power lock
While seeking insight into tying the knot
Dont be surprised to find your insides tied in knots
I give you all I got, but is it all for the crotch? is it all a crock?
Why am I watching clocks?
Why am I hatching plots?
I'm full of doubt
Why would I be so worried about pulling out if I was pulling out all the stops?
Before I met you I was barely wearing matching socks
But now I actually sob...
[Verse 3]

We're like day and night
I'm not saying to be in love you have to be alike
But how can we be in love not even be in like?
We are lying
You take everything as a slight and think I'm out of line
We're both stars and we're both bright but we are not aligned
I used to think you was out of sight, and wanted to make you mine
Nowadays I want you out of sight and out of mind
But not all the time
So I've invested a lot of time in trying to turn the tide
I think that that was worth the try
I mean, I thought you were the perfect person with whom to birth a tribe
So there's my diatribe
That’s how I pay my tithe
To help me triumph through these trying times
I'm down to swallow pride
But I got to follow signs