O'hene Savant 2Morrow
Verse 1:
You said you'd meet me in January
You never came now it's February
Couple weeks into March damn
April Fools now I'm gettin' worried
This is the worst May the first day
Try to imagine the thirty-first babe
Now we in June and I haven't heard the first thing
The summer sun shines but it ain't encouraging
You said you'd call me in July
Now we in August so you lied
The trees are bald and a few died
The leaves are fallin' they're too dry
I look for you in September
You didn't come but October I expect better
And so November comes around
Then December comes around
Now I'm sendin' you this love letter like
Verse 2:
You said you'd text me on Sunday
Then you neglect me it's Monday
I'm not upset see it's something
The main thing is the stressing gets mundane
‘cause I ain't hear from you Tuesday
I chalked it up as a blues day
I found this letter in the suitcase
Smeared up from what smells like toothpaste
Hope this letter is from you babe
But I'll check it in a few babe
Thursday now it's Friday?
Might as well read this letter it's been two days
So I opened it on Saturday
It couldn't have been a sadder day
‘cause the letter said you had what? gone to get married? ‘cause you waited and I never came
