The Honeymoon
It's been so long since I've seen this home
It's a bit much to see but it's so good to see you again
To love you in person again
And times are tough for some more than others
Some of my friends got to live with their mothers again
That's not so good for your head
Yeahh baby
And if that rent creeps up too high
Checks and bills go flying by
You can come and park your car next to mine
I've got eyes on the honeymoon
I'll carry my weight for you
Carry my weight for you
Instead of grabbing my bag
Slamming my door
Calling my phone
"Baby whatcha runnin' for?
Runnin' for?"
Baby whatcha runnin' for
Yeahh
How've you never been told
Your blood is richer than gold
I don't know for sure but it might be
Might be
Sometimes
I take it for granted all the fortune in our plan
When I don't know what else to say just know I
Take it for granted
Man I know I can't complain
Yeah I know I cant complain about a dollar in my hand (ey)
I'll carry my weight for you
I'd bury the dead for you
Now I'm grabbing my bag
Slamming my door
Having a ball
Baby whatcha runnin' for?
Runnin' for?
Carry my weight for you
Said I'm grabbing my bag
Slamming my door
Having a ball
Baby whatcha runnin' for?
Runnin' for?
It's a bit much to see but it's so good to see you again
To love you in person again
And times are tough for some more than others
Some of my friends got to live with their mothers again
That's not so good for your head
Yeahh baby
And if that rent creeps up too high
Checks and bills go flying by
You can come and park your car next to mine
I've got eyes on the honeymoon
I'll carry my weight for you
Carry my weight for you
Instead of grabbing my bag
Slamming my door
Calling my phone
"Baby whatcha runnin' for?
Runnin' for?"
Baby whatcha runnin' for
Yeahh
How've you never been told
Your blood is richer than gold
I don't know for sure but it might be
Might be
Sometimes
I take it for granted all the fortune in our plan
When I don't know what else to say just know I
Take it for granted
Man I know I can't complain
Yeah I know I cant complain about a dollar in my hand (ey)
I'll carry my weight for you
I'd bury the dead for you
Now I'm grabbing my bag
Slamming my door
Having a ball
Baby whatcha runnin' for?
Runnin' for?
Carry my weight for you
Said I'm grabbing my bag
Slamming my door
Having a ball
Baby whatcha runnin' for?
Runnin' for?
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Writer(s): David Goll
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