Coffee

Black coffee
White coffee
Why the coffee

Why the coffee always cold in this house?
Daddy get your drugs straight
This ain't water
Waking up
Sunday morning
Thursday morning When you leave the house
Why the coffee always cold?

I was not supposed to write you just yet
Made a deal with my own private god
But sometimes
When the sky looks like the ocean
I think of you
Yeah, most times
When your eyes look like the ocean
I dive into you

Where there used to be water
My brother and I drove
From Austin to California
My lover and I drove
From L.A. to Austin, Texas
And though she ain't my lady no more
No more
My bold face is in how many bodies
I swim in now
It's true, the Colorado bit
But you know, we could swim another river
This geography keeps on changing on me
But what if I become a daddy?
Yeah, what if you do?
Who's gonna be a daddy to you?



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Crowell, Hillary Lindsey, Ashley Glenn Gorley
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