[Verse 1 Calvin Crabtree] Tracks still coming, Tears still running Still wondering reminiscing, pull my shoebox out from under the bed Letters Ive read before, Just keep them threw out the years The emotion running threw me as I reed once again NOTHING! Seems thats all thats left, with everyone come stress, joy, Feelings I cant explain Out of all these exdames none still around. Makes me not want love, Butt still I search and always end up heart In the heat of the passion and good times is what I remember Seems they cant let go its holding me back From how they only talk and bring up the bad parts of the past Its trash in the form of talk ladys nee to throw it out What big Calvins bout? Love loyalty honesty Looking at whats wrote and how it turned out I cant believe. Now I find it hard to trust. Was in the land of the lost just got lust. What the fuck? [Hook Calvin Crabtree] Shoebox so full My hearts empty Body full of stress But whats next Shoebox so full My hears empty Body full of stress [Verse 2 Calvin Crabtree] The letters,... Why I still keep them? Maybe to find out there pattern I did figure it out! They dont want love just a man with more clout And a team of shit talkers convincing them I aint no good Just a normal man aint representing no hood Not a robber just an author Speaking poetry to the sound of music Letters so confusing,... Am I even a memory to them? Not even still a friend Loss of contact all tho its to late to keep in touch Got so many letters it could keep me busy for months All the stunts and antic you figure I wouldnt fall for these tricks Im soft in heart strong in mind So deceiving hart telling what when on when I was sleeping in my own bed It stained my feelings and the way I approach women Im still living to them I must bee dead. Probably had a fake funeral just to not show up. Im on the edge! [Hook Calvin Crabtree] Shoebox so full My hearts empty Body full of stress But whats next Shoebox so full My hears empty Body full of stress [Verse 3 Calvin Crabtree] I wonder sometimes how they could let it all go Letters seem so happy. What exactly was on there mind? I cant tell. Never will able Lyrics running like water, But they gone with the wind, Stuck in sin Wishing a real woman would step up and throw them away. Bring them better days Im only 19 just dont want to get to where its to late Treat women like Im casanova you just a pretender in vain Girls went from loving and innocent to insane For a few I acted the same way only during the break up In my mind I know most where sent only to make an illusion that Im evil Not a show no encore They either get with the next man, or go play someone else when there friend are wanting more What a sick thing to watch! Some girls even made me lose my closest boys A game so funny they happy in misery Im happy with nothing
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