Oh how much i thought about you, there aint't much that a nigga can do
Because these words have been on your lips too
When wounds refuse to heal, and the words become clear
There aint't much of a remedy around here
Where are you now, i just called to check up on you girl.
Oh much how much i've been missing you, the beat dropped and we followed through
It seams like we weren't stuck with glue at all
A clutch between the mystics and the natural world, i know this well cause you're my mystical girl
Never free from diamonds and pearls, you'll always be stuck between those worlds
Where are you now, i just called to check up on you girl.
on you girl, a new girl.
Hit the dancefloor with the pulse-quickening latest from Bob Foxx, intergalactic electronic music with razor-sharp grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2024