Julie
• Written by PHVNTXM
PHVNTXM's Notes
as you could probably guess, I wrote this for my fiancee. It's not my most lyrical joint but I wrote it from the heart and put a lot of feeling into it. I plan on recording it and giving it to her on a cassette for our next anniversary.
I'm rolling something that probably should have a warning label
I lay it all out in front of you, cards is on the table
I need a change, flip the channel like I was watching cable
No silver spoons, just iron pots and plastic serving ladles
This is that shit I hope they play at the wedding rehearsal
Don't need a lawnmower, I can smell out the serpents
You must know black magic, all ya words hexes and curses
When you come around my boo watch what you say and how you word it
I put up Berlin walls, hide behind an iron curtain
Never get to close because I've learned that nothing's ever certain
But this one's perfect, maybe she'd even be worth it
Tryna open up her mind like bibles at a Sunday service
I wanna read between the lines like misprinted novellas
Cause baby girl if music's passion you're my personal Coachella
I'm hoping maybe I could make this last foreva
But first I need to know, is this a storm you want to weather?
I'm bending backwards, bout to snap my spine to make you mine
If love is something that you work for I'm on overtime
Just wanna let you know how much you mean, if you don't care that's fine
But I need to tell you now, when I'm with you everything is fine
She makes the sun shine in a category five monsoon
You make me reach Nirvana, you come through and I'm In Bloom
I roll some potent louder than a sonic boom
And pass it straight to you in hopes it'll be a ring here soon
Want us to runaway together like two kids would do
But our destination's your decision baby girl it's all on you
We can go wherever, only limit is the moon
And if that's what you wanted, shit, I'd built a rocket ship for you
It's been a while and I swear to god I feel the same
The feeling's strange, but that's okay if you want it that way
Weekend at the beach, I bought merlot, know you like the taste
You drive me crazy, lock me up cause you got me deranged
I wanna read between the lines like misprinted novellas
Cause baby girl if music's passion you're my personal Coachella
I'm hoping maybe I could make this last foreva
But first I need to know, is this a storm you want to weather?
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PHVNTXM
Member since March 30 2014