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Isaac Peabody
Isaac Peabody
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Peabody
Isaac Peabody
Composer
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Isaac Peabody
Isaac Peabody
Producer
Colin Leonard
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
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