Rabbit Stew Lyrics
You can be my pen pal
We can be the best of friends
You can be the falsetto in my voice
Hope it never ever, ever, ever ends
‘Cause the highs be the highs
And the lows be the lows
I’d rather love you on the low
Than love you and the whole world knows
Been thinking ’bout writing this letter forever, I’m
Flipping the page, shifting the rage
Feelings be often on left or the center, I’m
Good at tackling problems I must say
Or maybe not, maybe I’m thinking I
Linked a couple times, I think a couple minds might
Think alike or maybe not
I thought we thought the same and that’s a shame
That’s what made me hot, now we in a savory spot
Saltier than ever, we be shifting weather
Hoping we can weather through the storm, so
Whether in my heart or whether you be in my arms
I can change it with a text, I think the weather’s in my palms
In often need of a temperature check
That requires more than a hand on my head
To know if it’s best to stay in the bed
I guess the message is, “It’s better to say it instead”
You can be my pen pal
We can be the best of friends
You can be the falsetto in my voice
Hope it never ever, ever, ever ends
‘Cause the highs be the highs
And the lows be the lows
I’d rather love you on the low
Than love you and the whole world knows
Rabbit stew
(Rabbit stew) Your struggles are gonna be blown away
(Rabbit stew) Your struggles are gonna be blown away
Is we good, is we bad?
Is we done, is we back? (Shake that shit)
Is we good (Shake that shit) Is we bad? (Shake that shit)
Is we done (Shake that shit) Is we back? (Shake that shit)
Is we good (Shake that shit) Is we bad? (Shake that shit)
Is we done (Shake that shit) Is we back? (Shake that shit)
Is we good (Too black, shake that shit) Is we bad? (Too black, shake that shit)
Is we done (Too black, shake that shit) (Too black)
Too black to beat my opp blue
Too white to see how I do
Too grey to think like you youth
Don’t say my dreams come true
Your dreams is different then I vivid
Say I got the same chances, that’s ignorant
Grown ass man, who you think you kidding?
Three strikes out, just missed my mitten
Two shots, bow you caught me slipping
Macintosh, I gotta think different
Shorten my bus even though I’m gifted
Put me in cuffs, that’s the only mission
Ridicule me till my body stiffens
Cripple me ’cause you think I’m crippin’
Blood on leaves, making blood for a living
Showing my love, now my love go missing
You can be my pen pal (I write a letter to my friends)
We can be the best of friends
You can be the falsetto in my voice
Hope it never ever, ever, ever ends
‘Cause the highs be the highs
And the lows be the lows
I’d rather love you on the low
Than love you and the whole world knows