How I Say I Love You (feat. Nay)
Tip tap pit pat crawling on the floor
At 2 years old I scramble to the door
Car is in the driveway turning of a key
Tells me it's you and I know what I'll see
Two brown eyes staring back at me
Washing my dishes and folding my laundry
Giving me your time and giving me your days
Didn't know what I had till it was too late
I'm sorry if I don't call you enough
And I'm sorry right now times are tough
You'll get through this that I know
It's the hard parts of life that help us grow
I'll call you up when I'm at work
And say some quirky line to make you smirk
I know there's more I can do
But that's just how I say I love you
That's just how
Pass shoot score and the ball is flying high
Mom is screaming next to me as you go by
My legs are crossed judging you like every other gay
And after the game all I'll say is hey
But kids were mean and I'd count on you
To tell them off and cheer me when I was blue
Never knew what to say and then I was gone
But right now I could use a movie marathon
I'm sorry if I don't call you enough
And I'm sorry right now times are tough
You'll get through this that I know
It's the hard parts of life that help us grow
I'll call you up when I'm at work
And say some quirky line to make you smirk
I know there's more I can do
But that's just how I say I love you
I'm in mama's tap taps mama's gotta go
Cus mama is so much stronger than she knows
Where's there's highs there are always lows
Cus moving on and getting over is how we grow
So I'm sorry if I don't call you enough
And I'm sorry right now times are tough
You'll get through this that I know
It's the hard parts of life that help us grow
I'll call you up when I'm at work
And say some quirky line to make you smirk
I know there's more I can do
But that's just how I say I love you
Tip tap pit pat crawling on the floor
At 2 years old I scramble to the door
Pass, shoot, score and the ball is flying high
Mom is screaming next to me as you go by
'Cus that's my favorite riff
Yeah I do it a lot
In the song
In the song on the album of songs
Yeah
What was I even on
At 2 years old I scramble to the door
Car is in the driveway turning of a key
Tells me it's you and I know what I'll see
Two brown eyes staring back at me
Washing my dishes and folding my laundry
Giving me your time and giving me your days
Didn't know what I had till it was too late
I'm sorry if I don't call you enough
And I'm sorry right now times are tough
You'll get through this that I know
It's the hard parts of life that help us grow
I'll call you up when I'm at work
And say some quirky line to make you smirk
I know there's more I can do
But that's just how I say I love you
That's just how
Pass shoot score and the ball is flying high
Mom is screaming next to me as you go by
My legs are crossed judging you like every other gay
And after the game all I'll say is hey
But kids were mean and I'd count on you
To tell them off and cheer me when I was blue
Never knew what to say and then I was gone
But right now I could use a movie marathon
I'm sorry if I don't call you enough
And I'm sorry right now times are tough
You'll get through this that I know
It's the hard parts of life that help us grow
I'll call you up when I'm at work
And say some quirky line to make you smirk
I know there's more I can do
But that's just how I say I love you
I'm in mama's tap taps mama's gotta go
Cus mama is so much stronger than she knows
Where's there's highs there are always lows
Cus moving on and getting over is how we grow
So I'm sorry if I don't call you enough
And I'm sorry right now times are tough
You'll get through this that I know
It's the hard parts of life that help us grow
I'll call you up when I'm at work
And say some quirky line to make you smirk
I know there's more I can do
But that's just how I say I love you
Tip tap pit pat crawling on the floor
At 2 years old I scramble to the door
Pass, shoot, score and the ball is flying high
Mom is screaming next to me as you go by
'Cus that's my favorite riff
Yeah I do it a lot
In the song
In the song on the album of songs
Yeah
What was I even on
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Cantrell
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