Homeboy Sandman - Moon lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - Moon lyrics]
Yo, I thought I was in love last week
Turns out that was more
Explosive than Plastique
Something like an overdosage of caffeine
First the passion then the crash
Then the trash heap
It's not that I was overwhelmed
By her past deeds
Though through her life she been
Considered a black sheep
And due to hatred she behaved like a bad seed
She so ashamed what she became
That she can't sleep
Just for survival she was
Fondled by strange dudes
So any moment she was liable to change moods
A silver tongue but out in
Public she stayed mute
As I'm the Sun it's only
Right she was named Moon
A few appointments all my points
Had been made moot and she was poised to be
Appointed my main muse
And she wasn't after Sand's paper
I made moves to try and save her much
Like sandpaper can make smooth
But that was doomed
Can't blame the moon for being out at night
Can't tame the moon i've tried
Yo, I thought I was in love last month
If so I fit that
Classification just that once
I'm normally so concentrated on anthems
I won't risk getting aggravated
With that stuff the reason we'd established
Patterns of passion
The fact she was too fascinating to pass up
My phallus sought a random fan for a fast nut
I'd planned to vanish once
Her pants was unfastened but uhm
Not quite
Could tell that there was something
Different that first night
The kisses were too intimate
For the first time
I's miffed as she was definitely not my type
You see she was an avid reader of High Times
And she could leave entire
Liters in hindsight
Since she was mostly sober by my
Side I thought that watching
Over her might help get her
Mind right but oh my
I guess that I'm in love right now
I realize with every rhyme that I write down
Still I suggested the indefinite time out
Because she not the type for
Trying to tie down
Still everywhere I go I'm keeping my eyes out
And every time my cellular bring about sound
There's still a part of me
That's eager to find out
The love I lost 'cause she was
Lost has been now found at last
But in the past too many
Treated her like trash
Either beat her, cheated
Treated her like a tramp
That either she did not believe
Or could not grasp
That she could be the only
Thing that my life lacked
And that protecting her was
Really my life's task
Wow did I really just write that?
I know I got it
Ain't acknowledge it was that bad dag
Turns out that was more
Explosive than Plastique
Something like an overdosage of caffeine
First the passion then the crash
Then the trash heap
It's not that I was overwhelmed
By her past deeds
Though through her life she been
Considered a black sheep
And due to hatred she behaved like a bad seed
She so ashamed what she became
That she can't sleep
Just for survival she was
Fondled by strange dudes
So any moment she was liable to change moods
A silver tongue but out in
Public she stayed mute
As I'm the Sun it's only
Right she was named Moon
A few appointments all my points
Had been made moot and she was poised to be
Appointed my main muse
And she wasn't after Sand's paper
I made moves to try and save her much
Like sandpaper can make smooth
But that was doomed
Can't blame the moon for being out at night
Can't tame the moon i've tried
Yo, I thought I was in love last month
If so I fit that
Classification just that once
I'm normally so concentrated on anthems
I won't risk getting aggravated
With that stuff the reason we'd established
Patterns of passion
The fact she was too fascinating to pass up
My phallus sought a random fan for a fast nut
I'd planned to vanish once
Her pants was unfastened but uhm
Not quite
Could tell that there was something
Different that first night
The kisses were too intimate
For the first time
I's miffed as she was definitely not my type
You see she was an avid reader of High Times
And she could leave entire
Liters in hindsight
Since she was mostly sober by my
Side I thought that watching
Over her might help get her
Mind right but oh my
I guess that I'm in love right now
I realize with every rhyme that I write down
Still I suggested the indefinite time out
Because she not the type for
Trying to tie down
Still everywhere I go I'm keeping my eyes out
And every time my cellular bring about sound
There's still a part of me
That's eager to find out
The love I lost 'cause she was
Lost has been now found at last
But in the past too many
Treated her like trash
Either beat her, cheated
Treated her like a tramp
That either she did not believe
Or could not grasp
That she could be the only
Thing that my life lacked
And that protecting her was
Really my life's task
Wow did I really just write that?
I know I got it
Ain't acknowledge it was that bad dag