Lyrics: Julio Lang/James Tucks/rodger cashew
Music: Julio Lang
Hey, postman, walk with a gun
Hey, postman, kill everyone at your knees
Only if you want, so surely
Postman, I feel stuck
Did I drink too much chlorine
**** what you talk
I've been texting her, my only one I need
Yeah, she's everything I've ever loved
She's great
No money in my pocket, looking for another day
I don't think she ever heard or know a word about me
She doesn't remember my face, I can't save
You're a pretender, only smile nice in May
I don't commΠ΅nd her, I don't think what she does is okay
You'rΠ΅ a dealer? A vendor?
I won't get it any other way
Or will I, maybe
I still cry, hate me
Get you to go
Get you to go
I don't think she ever heard or know a word about me