I dig my toes into the sand. Hip-Hop knows that I'm the man. I get my soul from under the land. Now, who is the man who's under the man? I gotta pick up my shoes and then get as fly as dudes when they be spittin' rhymes, but NO! I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid of dying alone. But I'm not afraid of dying alome in this guy's home. Pardon me for mispronouncing alone, but I can't pronounce anything I own. I mispronounce! Therefore, getting on this bounce, especially after I produced it means... getting down. Look around. And see a chick who's kinda like my book... on the ground.
(hook)
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber it's the way you make me feel.
I fall.
(verse 2)
I'm dead being honest, y'all. From the head I'm just honest, but... everytime I fall in love, my honesty sucks. Just imagine if I had Jamarris and the chick who's... quite possibly on the side of me. Yuck. The shit could be some kind of tough luck. Or love, because they all leave. And they all autumn. And they all fall for me. But these waves of grain stay in my brain. And she stays by my side just to complain. She's not my bride. She's not a dame. I'm just lying when I say I'm lame. And that's what she'd say. And these days, she'd say "please stay" when I wanna hang up. When I'm tired of arguing. But this is not a heart. This is two hearts being twins.
(hook)
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber it's the way you make me feel.
I fall.
(verse 3)
I blocked you out of my brain to remain sane. 5th grade, wish I did the same thing. You were not there as someone who I'd care for, but you are exactly who'd I'd care for. Therefore, the love I wish to share with you, is near the floor. The bottom of my heart. My heart got rocks in, and I'm stoppin' it when it wants to depart. I wanna share this same broken heart with you. I hope my heart is true and focused and lookin at you. You lookin at me. Now. Look what we can do when we're free! We're of age. The love age. Justice pays. Now who wants to disrupted it by reading it wrong? And I don't care if I gotta see you in a thong. I'm just...
(hook)
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber it's the way you make me feel.
I fall.
(hook)
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Standing on the shore.
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber it's the way you make me feel.
I fall.
Song 2 about Amber.
I impressed myself! Gotta check out The Mind of Charles Hamilton again... damn!
Out!
