Homeboy Sandman - Listen lyrics

[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, pitch a tent I would pitch a tent, every time I pictured your magnificence Took a whiff just to sniff your scent You was heaven sent but I was hell-bent on helping But you haven't asked 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, we were just bound to repel Sick and tired, intertwined for the time, it would tell Save the toying for Matel, Not for toying with my head, I don't know, head or tails But I know very well, things were going very well, ain't feeling 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 her 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 when 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 in a tightened 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 crook{?}? 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 style them... [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 anything as a slight{?} to 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, want to make you mine Nowadays I want you out of sight and out of mind But not all the time So I invest a lot of time in trying to turn the tide I think that was worth the try I mean, I thought you were the perfect person on the birth trail So there's my diatribes [...] Through these triumph times I'm down to swallow pride But I got to follow signs