Link Me In The Future

Link me in the future or whatever.

I'm sure I'll be right here waitin' on forever.

Link me in the future or whatever.

I'm sure I'll be right here just waitin' on forever. Streets is crying bloody murder. Somebody no one heard of.

The gall, the audacity, the fuckin' nerve of someone just to turn up, missin' just to stir up all this commotion set in motion like you shot the sheriff.

You know this town is like the dog pound, this shit is corrupt.

They can't get off they high horse 'cause they lost the stirrups.

The interest always die down from when you first startin', but if you really lookin' we could start a search party.

Go get the cake, go hit the lights, let's make a surprise.

If you lookin' for love, then we gon' find that bitch by sunrise.

And if you tell me eight, I won't be late, I'm not like some guys.

Just send the Dave to say, uh, I mean, damn, wait, I get so tongue-tied. But please don't have me out here lookin' for you on no poster.

You know your ass be missin', I just miss you like I'm s'posed to.

Our memories still haunt me, my homies told me to ghost ya.

But every time I see ya, it make me just wanna hold you closer.

Link me in the future or whatever.

I'm sure I'll be right here waitin' on forever.

Link me in the future or whatever.

I'm sure I'll be right here just waitin' on forever.

Got tired of lookin' back. Got tired of lookin' back. Got sore from lookin' back.

Got tired of lookin' back. Got tired and took a nap. Got tired of lookin' back.

Got pride, I took it back. Got tired of lookin' back.

We keep our pictures, the obituaries, programs from funerals like Miss Brown had 'em stacked up on her old grand piano in that livin' room where once upon a slow dance her husband kissed her tears, his portrait sings a silent slow jam.

No honorary when you have to bury old friends. My heart was heavy, had to carry him with both hands.

Young and scary, we was wary of the romance. The world's on fire, girl, you marryin' a snowman.

I heard grief is lovin' a thunderstorm.

And death is really nothin' different from the norm.

And everybody at the end get what's comin' for 'em. Either God got some lovin' or a oven for 'em.

So if we isn't on the same flight on the same night,

I'ma wait, sit around, and hang tight until the day we become the same height.

Link me in the future or whatever.

I'm sure I'll be right here waitin' on forever.

Link me in the future or whatever.

I'm sure I'll be right here waitin' on forever.