Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Missing You , by - Kero One. Song from the album Onethology: 2003-2018, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.09.2018
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
Missing You |
| 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 it’s 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 |
| I’m missing you, I’m missing you |
| I wish you were here with me and I was there with you |
| «Bonjour Bonjour», live from Bordeaux France |
| Where they say «ça va?», 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 macarons |
| Tomorrow’s the election, many living with fear |
| If Sarkozy’s 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… |
| 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 |
| It’s 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 can’t 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… |