Four Hours

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SoundCloud link: https://soundcloud.com/hydetherapper/four-hours
Purchase link: http://hyperurl.co/four-hours

Produced by Clyde Strokes

Cover art by Remo

//Verse 1
Talkin’ on the phone the other day,
And I meant to say that I love you,
But I forgot.
Slipped my thoughts, again, yeah.
I guess it doesn’t matter now,
Got here at four,
And you told me it’s over,
Then why am I sober
On a Saturday?
Hell of a way to spend a weekend.
I could be at home right now,
Sittin’ around,
Sippin’ a glass with half a fifth down,
Instead I’m in town just lookin’ for somethin’ to do.
You know I wanna come through,
So if you know someone, let me know,
Seems like the least you could do after
 
//Hook
Four hours, four hours,
I drove four hours just to see you again,
And this is how it ends,
But that’s just the way that it goes.
Baby I ain’t mad at all,
I just wish you’d called and told me,
That you weren’t gonna be there for me when I got there.
 
//Verse 2
I just drove across two state lines and a time zone,
Thought I had more to look forward to than the drive home.
And I know that you just got that new iPhone,
Would it have killed you to let me know that you and I were over?
I’m not tryna find some closure,
I just feel like I’ve been drivin’ since October,
It’s not like I don’t care about us,
It’s just that I care more about the gas money,
In fact, could you chip in for the gas, honey?
Oh come on! That shit was funny! Don’t make it something it wasn’t,
It doesn’t have to be mean unless you want it.
I been meanin’ to get up here,
I guess I waited too long.
Guess it’s time to move on
Time to find a new song,
And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no melody,
Unless she’s tellin’ me that that’s her first name,
But that’s another verse, I got some worse things first,
Switch the station, shift that shit to reverse,
‘Cause now I gotta drive
 
//Hook
Four hours, four hours,
I drove four hours just to see you again,
And this is how it ends,
But that’s just the way that it goes.
Baby I ain’t mad at all,
I just wish you’d called and told me,
That you weren’t gonna be there for me when I got there.

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