it was the year
i didn’t check the terms or conditions of your heart, dear
you wrote out your song that swept into the summer of the hour.
it was the time your momma wasn’t sure you were gone
she told me life could fix you, turned you wrong
when i went to you, you were calling out your song, song, oh
you know i want the best in you
hey, boy, give me back your love
won’t you hand it to my heart
and we’ll sit among the stars
the stars, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, stars
it was the time your momma wasn’t sure you were gone
she told me life could fix you, turned you wrong
when i went to you, you were calling out your song.
I like how eveyones either talking about the terrorist attack or how it's always snowing in trap nation, and I'm over here like
"this is some good music"