Jeff knocks at 1128, waits at the stairs
Me and Marcus scurry down, got his ass on the rail
Bright shocks our eyes, we stumble a daze
We'll save all our stories for the tea and the shade
I know I didn't write you
But then there was no desire to
I see a sea of faces
I wish I had
Thomas' wrists on his chins, Kelly green shirt
Smirkin' 'cause he don't got a nickle to pitch
Steamin' plates, they for reach
We politely withhold, can't put out a fork
'Til Marcus has thanked the Lord
We laugh about our friends
From grade school
Working for their fathers and
Marcus tells me Rose is doing great
And we know we sleep so long
On borrowed grants and dimes from Miles
And you know that package of yours
Makes me proud and bittersweet with time
And we know we sleep so long
On borrowed grants and dimes from Miles
And you know that package of yours
Makes me proud and bittersweet with time