Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Post Cards , by - Promoe. Song from the album White Man's Burden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.09.2006
Record label: Burning Heart
Song language: English
Post Cards |
| Head out the door like before |
| Pick my things off the floor |
| Go on tour after tour with a huge ass bag that can’t fitt my love |
| With a useless bag, man it can’t fit my love |
| There i go again repeting myself and i’m deciving myself till i belive in myself |
| That i need something else |
| Jeopardizing health looking, looking, looking for something |
| But i really can’t tell what it is, what it was, and again shall be |
| Maybe it shifted through the years and i’m stuck in the dream that i had as a |
| teenager rappin ass fiend now with all this stress around me i can’t recognize |
| me so i |
| Pick up the phone and a bad connection and a low battery dose little to hide |
| the thought |
| That we miles apart and it drives my heart insane trying to start to explain |
| all in vain byt i’m sayin… |
| What should i write |
| Pick up the pen don’t know where to begin it goes… |
| I miss you |
| Well it’s true but iy’s lame, ain’t no words to explain |
| How can i tell you |
| How much i miss you |
| Cus the words have been used and abused for so long |
| They don’t mean nothing, no more to no one and specifically not us |
| We’re thinking about stuff a little bit too much with our critical outlook |
| That kind of makes us depressed and when it aches in our chest we’re |
| desperately lookin, lookin for ways to espress our deepest emotions |
| But somebody stole 'em sold 'em back to us perverted, distorted |
| That’s why when i tell you i love you, you can’t hear |
| I wanna tell you to trust me forever |
| But i don’t dare cus the words have been used and abused for so long |
| I can’t relate to their hate |
| Don’t want it in your song cus |
| If love is a burger from a fastfood chain |
| If love is some bling on a fat goldchain |
| Then the blood must be freezing in my ice cold veins |
| And what i feel for you must be that thing called hate |
| (and it’s not, so what the fuck…) |
| What should i write |
| What the fuck should i write yo |
| I miss you |
| Well it’s true but iy’s lame, ain’t no words to explain |
| How can i tell you |
| How much i miss you |
| Then when i finally come hom after weeks alone |
| Rhyming on the phone from the studio in gothen and writing little poems on |
| postcards and pieces of paper from japan and amsterdam |
| I’m half the man when i greet you |
| Like we a four legged, two headed creature separated from eachother in a |
| earlier life |
| To be complete i must make sure this girl be my wife |
| And it’s easier said than done |
| But tis love accident ain’t no hit and rum |
| I coulda stay right here till the police come |
| Thoug this ain’t that kind of movie so them fools get none |
| And it ain’t no hollywood ending either |
| She’s not a girl with a gucci, prada or fendi fever |
| It’s real characters of real flech and blood who fight, hurt, make up and shit, |
| sweat and love |
| (and miss eachother like hell…) |
| What should i write |
| Whit all our imperfect perfections |
| I miss you |
| How can i tell you |
| How much i tell you |
| How much i miss you |