The Procussions - December lyrics

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In my thousand girls days I wasn’t odd at all as girls

Played many betrayed and then decide to make it her away

Ladies love it the way we coming and we popping

Dreamed about this old day hobby dream in the proper

For the tendency of free will, we’re meant to be equal

And sweet intelligent and I’m prepared to be for evil

Beggin for her repentance to my repentance

For every men I ever sent her to out sentence

Knew to sacrifice a plea so I’m asking for naive

Though was you that in the past wasn’t as half as nice to leave

I had advice to leave but I though I had the leads

Sick and I had to believe

Leave used to covered in shame

How the colors have changed

And all we want from the other remains

A little game but a poor metaphor

Get it not with the box on the floor

From the things I’ve got before it got right

Spring summer and fall and now I’m not here

Ring summoned it all see how the park is

I think under it all I saw the cops spin

The way I dropped in, it could’ve bounced back

In 2004 I wrote the soundtrack

Swear I found that strength to break through

And for that pain I thank you

I run the risk

I run the risk cause I done been around that verse

Reminded of the time I shed a tear over the skirt

Already calling out and you

Ain’t that funny?

Ain’t thought about you in years and here I am

Trying to get away from the adolescence you took from me

Here’s what I’ll do honey

I’ll change your name for the sake of a random song

That’s why you’re Shelley, I know you hated that

As petty in it for the pity illustration of this

Love we came about the numbers and I wonder why we could

We couldn’t see it, in frame but out of focus

It seemed void if the mention what’s my motivation

Is that your body or manipulation?

You let me pay for that dollar trick or the revelation??

But I’m in love right?

Or maybe I’ve been kind of oblivious to loving

What it’s really supposed to look like

Till that December night

5 minutes later I never would have noticed the man

Running that stop trying to escape

Till the follow two a quickly man of the same to follow to

But I ain’t angry at all and that’[s the honest truth

These women in my cellular phone provide the final truth

Shelly, my inspiration, my muse, my excuse

My inspiration for racks my next view