Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaac Peabody
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Peabody
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaac Peabody
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I really miss you
(I really miss you)
(My mom's—) I love you babe
(I love you)
When I miss my lady
I put on my favorite hoodie
'Cause it still smells like my baby
Since she borrowed it last Tuesday
Nothing can replace her embrace
So when I get moody
I fold my laundry and put on my, my, my
My hoodie
(Uh-huh-uh)
(Uh-huh-uh)
(Yeah)
My girl's an adventurer
Flyin' high like the sky was meant for her (Hoo)
A courageous introvert
Good book in her hand, passport in her purse
Got an itch in her foot and a spring in her step
She's enjoyin' the view when I'm catchin' my breath
Keepin' up with my girl reminds me that I'm blessed
A travel buddy for life and I love her to death (Ay)
But these days I've been flyin' too
I got songs to write, I got shows to do
Chasin' the rap game like it was '92
But more time on the road is less time with you
Truly though, I know we got this
When we're apart, let's both go to our closets
Comfortable clothes help the heavy-heart process
We'll grab our hoodies and that will be progress
When I miss my lady
I put on my favorite hoodie
'Cause it still smells like my baby
Since she borrowed it last Tuesday
Nothing can replace her embrace
So when I get moody
I fold my laundry and put on my, my, my
My hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady
Oh, my hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady, yeah, yeah
On the road, on the road again
Playin' shows, tellin' jokes, makin' all the friends
I don't know, I don't know where the party ends
And the homesick love song begins
See, I know we're good in the distance
'Cause we put in work when we're missin'
I love playing music, but listen
I can't wait to get home and do dishes
Hit me with that WhatsApp what's up
Wifi with the wifey's not enough
Soon enough we'll be back to the good stuff
'Til then keep my hood up for good luck
God told me, "Don't get cold feet"
It's time to be bold, He brought the whole team
We'll still be hand-holding when we're oldies
Let's let the world know, show them the gold rings
When I miss my lady
I put on my favorite hoodie
'Cause it still smells like my baby
Since she borrowed it last Tuesday
Nothing can replace her embrace
So when I get moody
I fold my laundry and put on my, my, my
My hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady
Oh, my hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady, yeah, yeah
Oh my my, oh my my
It's like the rain is comin'
Oh my my, oh my my
But we're not hidin' from it
Oh my my, oh my my
Hoods up, we're off and runnin'
Let the rain grow us up into a braver somethin'
Oh my my, oh my my
It's like the rain is comin'
Oh my my, oh my my-y
But we're not hidin' from it, no
Oh my my, oh my my
Hoods up, we're off and runnin'
Let the rain build our trust
In our God, in our love
As He leads, we grow up
'Til then I'll sing this song
When I miss my lady
I put on my favorite hoodie
'Cause it still smells like my baby
Since she borrowed it last Tuesday
Nothing can replace her embrace
So when I get moody
I fold my laundry and put on my, my, my
My hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady
Oh, my hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady
My hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady
Oh, my hoodie
I love my baby
Give me my hoodie
I miss my lady
Writer(s): Isaac Peabody
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