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I Forgot My Wallet Video (MV)






Zachary Murdock - I Forgot My Wallet Lyrics




Used to rub 40oz bottles looking for genie
Hidden in the sock drawer parental advisory cd uh
I cried ripping posters off my walls
Of rap heroes got in so much trouble at school
Which really wasn't that bad compared to what they singing
Her heart was the sandbag for the storm of the city flood
It wasn't enough the mud penetrated
And i'm not a pig that why i medicated
An ocd cleanliness disorder
Bipolar high functioning waldorf recorder
Borderline warrior
Half court shot 4th quarter
Cotton mouth quarter water on the corner
No clue baby blue durag my heart swooned
Love poems for daughter who caught me with harpoons
To falling from barstools
Kept my balance even then
Chemically imbalanced asylum howls at the Friend
With a capital F like rumi scribbled
Never run out of breath
But now a little is a lot
In the middle of the thought and the feeling
With pictures in my wallet he drew

Who are you without that green?
Baby blue eyes
How do you appraise this life?
Turn white to red
She's high again off those golden dreams
Now i want what i need, he said
A box of crayons i his hand
No less no more
You bet i'm poor
Pouring out my love
You bet i'm poor
Pouring out love to source again

Ooh baby
This is all for you baby
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Used to rub 40oz bottles looking for genie
Hidden in the sock drawer parental advisory cd uh
I cried ripping posters off my walls
Of rap heroes got in so much trouble at school
Which really wasn't that bad compared to what they singing
Her heart was the sandbag for the storm of the city flood
It wasn't enough the mud penetrated
And i'm not a pig that why i medicated
An ocd cleanliness disorder
Bipolar high functioning waldorf recorder
Borderline warrior
Half court shot 4th quarter
Cotton mouth quarter water on the corner
No clue baby blue durag my heart swooned
Love poems for daughter who caught me with harpoons
To falling from barstools
Kept my balance even then
Chemically imbalanced asylum howls at the Friend
With a capital F like rumi scribbled
Never run out of breath
But now a little is a lot
In the middle of the thought and the feeling
With pictures in my wallet he drew

Who are you without that green?
Baby blue eyes
How do you appraise this life?
Turn white to red
She's high again off those golden dreams
Now i want what i need, he said
A box of crayons i his hand
No less no more
You bet i'm poor
Pouring out my love
You bet i'm poor
Pouring out love to source again

Ooh baby
This is all for you baby
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Writer: Jeremy Ian Thomas, Zachary Murdock Field
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC


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