Rabbit Stew

[Chorus]

You could be my pen pal

We could be the best of friends

You could be the falsetto in my voice

Hope it never, ever, ever, ever ends

'Cause the highs be the highs

And the lows be the lows

I'd rather love you on the low

Than love you and the whole world knows

[Verse 1]

Been thinkin' 'bout writin' this letter forever, I'm (I'm)

Flippin' the page, shiftin' the rage (Ragе)

Feelings be often on left of thе center, I'm (I'm)

Good at tackling problems, I must say (Say)

Or maybe not, maybe I'm

Thinkin' I linked a couple times, I

Think a couple minds might

Think alike, or maybe not, I thought we thought the same and that's a shame

That's what's made me hot

Now we in a savory spot

Saltier than ever, we'd be shiftin' weather

Hopin' we could weather through the storm

So whether in my heart or whether you be in my arms

I could change it with a text, I think the weather's in my palms (I think the weather's in my palms)

In often need of a temperature check (Temperature check)

That requires more than a hand on my head (Temperature check)

To know if it's best to stay in the bed

I guess the message is it’s better just to say it instead

[Chorus]

You could be my pen pal

We could be the best of friends

You could be the falsetto in my voice

Hope it never, ever, ever, ever ends

'Cause the highs be the highs

And the lows be the lows

I'd rather love you on the low

Than love you and the whole world knows

[Bridge]

Is we good?

Is we bad?

Is we done?

Is we back? (Shake that shit)

Is we good? (Shake that shit)

Is we bad? (Shake that shit)

Is we done? (Shake that shit)

Is we back? (Shake that shit)

Is we good? (Shake that shit)

Is we bad? (Shake that shit)

Is we done? (Shake that shit)

Is we back? (Shake that shit)

Is we good? (Too black, shake that shit)

Is we bad? (Too black, shake that shit)

Is we done? (Too black, shake that shit)

(Too black)

[Verse 2]

Too black to beat my blue

Too white to see how I do

Too great to think like you used

Don't say my dreams come true

Your dreams is different than I did

They say I got the same chances, that's ign'ant

Grown ass man, who you think you kidding?

3 strikes, out, just missed my mitten

2 shots value, caught me slippin'

Macintosh, I got to think different

Shorten my bus even though I'm gifted

Put me in cuffs, that's the only mission

Ridicule me 'till my body stiffen

Cripple me 'cause you think I'm crippin'

Blood on the leaves, I could blood for a livin'

Show 'em my love then my love gone missin'

[Chorus]

You could be my pen pal (I wrote a letter to my friend)

We could be the best of friends (La-la-la-la-la)

You could be the falsetto in my voice

Hope it never, ever, ever, ever ends

'Cause the highs be the highs (Woo)

And the lows be the lows

I'd rather love you on the low

Than love you and the whole world knows