Oyuki's Secret - Tom The Mail Man

You chase a bag for a living

I sit at home in the studio plotting on getting the baddest of women

I fall in love too fast, quick to fall out of that shit

And I want a love that lasts

But all my problems are thick and I don’t exist

I lost myself baby, tell me why I feel crazy

I think it’s my fault, said the way I’ve been acting lately is

So off that I can’t bother talking with you

What’s the point of the struggle if you can’t depend on me

Lost in your view your heart

And I want to go from the start

Video vixens inside of my car

I got a girl back home in my heart

We fell in love but that shit fell apart

I can say that you said things that don’t matter

It’s all just perspective, the only common factor is

We got some shit we can give to eachother

We gotta figure it out, we gotta figure it

Rather not live here without it

We got some shit for each other, we gotta figure it out

We gotta figure it out, figure it out