Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Moon , by - Homeboy Sandman. Release date: 22.04.2013
Song language: English
Moon |
| Yo, I thought I was in love last week |
| Turns out that was more explosive than Plastique |
| Something like an overdosage of caffeine |
| First the passion then the crash then the trash heap |
| It’s not that I was overwhelmed by her past deeds |
| Though through her life she been considered a black sheep |
| And due to hatred she behaved like a bad seed |
| She so ashamed what she became that she can’t sleep |
| Just for survival she was fondled by strange dudes |
| So any moment she was liable to change moods |
| A silver tongue but out in public she stayed mute |
| As I’m the Sun it’s only right she was named Moon |
| A few appointments all my points had been made moot |
| And she was poised to be appointed my main muse |
| And she wasn’t after Sand’s paper, I made moves |
| To try and save her much like sandpaper can make smooth |
| But that was doomed |
| Can’t blame the moon |
| For being out at night |
| Can’t tame the moon |
| I’ve tried |
| Yo, I thought I was in love last month |
| If so I fit that classification just that once |
| I’m normally so concentrated on anthems |
| I won’t risk getting aggravated with that stuff |
| The reason we’d established patterns of passion |
| The fact she was too fascinating to pass up |
| My phallus sought a random fan for a fast nut |
| I’d planned to vanish once her pants was unfastened |
| But uhm |
| Not quite |
| Could tell that there was something different that first night |
| The kisses were too intimate for the first time |
| I’s miffed as she was definitely not my type |
| You see she was an avid reader of High Times |
| And she could leave entire liters in hindsight |
| Since she was mostly sober by my side I thought that watching over her might |
| help get her mind right but oh my |
| I guess that I’m in love right now |
| I realize with every rhyme that I write down |
| Still I suggested the indefinite time out |
| Because she not the type for trying to tie down |
| Still everywhere I go I’m keeping my eyes out |
| And every time my cellular bring about sound |
| There’s still a part of me that’s eager to find out |
| The love I lost 'cause she was lost has been now found |
| At last |
| But in the past too many treated her like trash |
| Either beat her, cheated, treated her like a tramp |
| That either she did not believe or could not grasp |
| That she could be the only thing that my life lacked |
| And that protecting her was really my life’s task |
| Wow did I really just write that? |
| I know I got it, ain’t acknowledge it was that bad |
| Dag |