The Earth It Works In Funny Ways

Tuh

I can't stand the rain on my windowsill

Got so much to do, plus the album still

In a couple days, I'll be in LA

Passing up on champagne, hoping I'm getting paid

Left and took a step into the Escalade

Right is subjective, only a facade

Telling him pull up when I need some rod

Barely got the time, but it makes me sad

Don't be thinking I forgot about you

In the past, I would play the pass-around

Now I'm settling down

Upside down when I smile, almost was a frown

You could always hit my line when you're feeling brave

I would save you, but I got a million things to solve on my own

You should probably do that shit too

I'm at home, but it's really not a home with you gone

But the Earth, it works in funny ways

Maybe it'll make you make your way back to me

We'll see

We'll see

Make you make your way back to me