paroles de chanson The Meaning Of Eyes - Malkovich Music

she got that smile again
and I'm going in
got the girl laughing, you got jokes
on the cell but I ain't texting, I jot notes
so one day you may end up in a song I wrote
a lot of joking leaves a lot unspoken
but the shit ain't broke and we ain't trying to fix it
Bacardi'd up, looking for something to mix with
ice, coke, coffee cups, party in the kitchen
my favorite
put the shit down I'll pay for it
fuck it if I can't pay the rent
that's irrelevant tonight
how many folks alive yesterday are dead tonight?
here's what we gonna do
let the overdraft float the cash
play some Pendergrass, peep some photographs
have a smoke, a laugh
you bring the sugar, I'll bring the spice
and everything beyond that's just icing

cuz it's the language of looks
it's the meaning of eyes
it's the business of pretty goodbyes
it's the study of sighs
it's the science of silence
it's the feeling of home
it's the meaning of leaving well enough alone
it's the fine art of shutting up
and all 'cause
I love to turn you on

I got somebody
and I bet you got someone probably
a hottie like you? gotta be
and we both know policy
and who needs that kinda drama or karma
I'm trying to live honorably
then sometimes I hit the bar and G
bump some r&b
and ask myself what the harm'd be
one person for you ain't true
you could love all kinds and wear yourself out looking
I got a good thing
she need love, you need love, I need love
so why make three mistakes in one?
musical chairs
nobody wanna be the odd one out
and nobody said the shit was fair
love is a dare and everybody's aware
I'ma try to play this shit square
just be prepared

cuz it's the language of looks
it's the meaning of eyes
it's the business of pretty goodbyes
it's the study of sighs
it's the science of silence
it's the feeling of home
it's the meaning of leaving well enough alone
it's the fine art of shutting up
and all 'cause
I love to turn you on

black boots and a rollie bag
low-key, yeah, she know she bad, we at the airport
waiting on my ride, she waiting on her ride
but for now, me and her sharing this sidewalk
eyes talking, fireworks, Guy Fawkes shit
and there I am, me and my thoughts
sexy lady
me and you'd have pretty babies
wavy hair, maybe, yeah
we'd sail the world with a butler name Pierre
and live life laissez-faire
and you'd still be fly when you eighty years
then in my head I see my girl smiling
she got that look in her eyes and sun's on the horizon
homegirl's man pulls up, grilling me
and as they ride off, she winks at me
yeah
take that energy and give it to your squeeze
cuz that's what I'ma do, believe

cuz it's the language of looks
it's the meaning of eyes
it's the business of pretty goodbyes
it's the study of sighs
it's the science of silence
it's the feeling of home
it's the meaning of leaving well enough alone
it's the fine art of shutting up
and all 'cause
I love to turn you on