Tekstovi: Faith Evans. Other. Mailman.

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Just coming home from work to a cold empty house
Can't even eat so hurt anticipating on this couch
Waiting on the phone to ring or the sound of your key
I'm faced with this reality that you're not coming home to me

Chorus
Mailman is there a letter for me
Please make it better for me
Say that it's only a dream
He's really here with me

Rolling out the sheets as I think about the way it was
I'm missing you I'm not go lie you were my first and only love
It's taking every piece of me to be strong and not to leave
Late at night I get so weak it's that fact that you're not here

Chorus

I tried my best to stop you when you were trying to leave
I tried to tell you that your seed's inside of me

Chorus x2

Just coming home from work baby
To a cold and empty house
I can't eat baby
Anticipating on this couch (Is there a letter, for me x2)