Lyrics:

Jeff knocks at 1128, waits at the stairs
Me and Marcus scurry down, got his ass on the rail
Bright shocks our eyes, we stumble adaze
We'll save all our stories for the tea and the shade

I know I didn't write you, but then
There was no desire to
I see, I see a face I wish I had

Thomas wrists on his chin, Kelly green shirt
Smirkin' 'cause he don't got a nickel to pitch
Steamin' plates they for reach, we politely withhold
Can't put out a fork 'til Marcus has thanked the Lord

We laugh about our friends from grade school
Workin' for their fathers and
Marcus tells me Rose is doing great

And we know we sleep so long on borrowed grants and dimes from Miles
And you know that package of yours makes me proud and bittersweet with time
And we know we sleep so long on borrowed grants and dimes from Miles
And you know that package of yours makes me proud and bittersweet with time