You asked what you mean to me:
I stopped and laughed like a joke
only because I knew you wanted the truth.
It’s like this- I wouldn’t trade you for anything,
million dollars, pass on it-
fame and success, move on it-
the afternoon on a park bench waiting for Raisin to stop bullying the birds,
that’s where I’ll
It’s not simple like a rhyme
or catchy like a tune
because tomorrow you’ll mean more
and the sun will be gone
off to see Mars and it’ll be just you
What do you mean to me?
The cop to a robber
to lock me down to Earth
so I won’t miss a single sun set
listening to Keith Sweat
in a jail cell for two
Blue Moons and-
I keep getting distracted into your eyes.
They remind me of the moon
and I’m the tides.