Rabbit Stew

You could be my pen pal We could be the best of friends You could 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 (I'm) Flippin' the page, shifting the rage (rage) Feelings be often on left of the center, I'm (I'm) Good at tackling problems, I must say (say) Or maybe not, maybe I'm Thinkin' 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's made me hot Now we in a savory spot Saltier than ever, we'd be shifting weather Hoping we could weather through the storm So whether in my heart or whether you be in my arms I could change it with a text I think the weather's in my palms (I think the weather's in my palms) In often need of a temperature check (temperature check) That requires more than a hand on my head (temperature check) To know if it's best to stay in the bed I guess the message is it's better just to say it instead You could be my pen pal We could be the best of friends You could 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 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 eyes blue Too white to see how I do Too great to think like you used Don't say my dreams come true Your dreams is different than I did it They say I got the same chances, that's ign'ant Grown ass man, who you think you kidding? Three strikes, out, just missed my mitten Two shots bound, you caught me slippin' Macintosh, I gotta think different Shorten my bus even though I'm gifted Put me in cuffs, that's the only mission Ridicule me 'til my body stiffen Cripple me 'cause you think I'm crippin' Blood on the leaves, makin' blood for a livin' Show 'em my love then my love gone missin' You could be my pen pal (I wrote a letter to my friend) We could be the best of friends (la-la-la-la-la) You could be the falsetto in my voice Hope it never, ever, ever, ever ends 'Cause the highs be the highs (woo) And the lows be the lows I'd rather love you on the low (low) Than love you and the whole world knows