End Of The World

Searching

[Intro]
Dear Mr. Miller
Dear Mr. Miller
Dear Mr. Miller

[Hook]
Dear Mr. Miller, 
I know you're up in heaven cracking jokes with them angels,
I know you're having fun, homie, you're no stranger,
Yeah, I just wanna say that we miss you, yeah we miss you,

Dear Mr. Miller, 
I know you're up in heaven cracking jokes with them angels,
I know you're having fun, homie, you're no stranger,
Yeah, I just wanna say that we miss you, yeah we miss you,

[Verse 1]
Knock Knock I'm on the Paper Route, it's Senior Skip day,
So I'm heading out, ducking from The Traffic In The Sky,
Got my Nikes On My Feet, and my Face up In The Crowd,
Drinking Kool-Aid & Frozen Pizza, smoking on some loud,

I was like twelve when I first heard K.I.D.S,
It was the Best Day Ever, I'll love that mixtape forever,
Thinking Life Ain't Easy but I'll Be There one day,
All Around The World they'll say my name like Oy Vey,

It's time to Wake Up and smell the Angel Dust,
I'm an Insomniac, where's the Uber at?
I see colors And Shapes and Rain,
New Faces, can please, someone expalain,

I felt the soul, I felt the funk,
I felt the soul, I felt the love,
I felt the soul, I felt the funk,
Dear Mr. Miller,

[Hook]
Dear Mr. Miller, 
I know you're up in heaven cracking jokes with them angels,
I know you're having fun, homie, you're no stranger,
Yeah, I just wanna say that we miss you, yeah we miss you,

Dear Mr. Miller, 
I know you're up in heaven cracking jokes with them angels,
I know you're having fun, homie, you're no stranger,
Yeah, I just wanna say that we miss you, yeah we miss you,

[Outro]
Dear Mr. Miller
Dear Mr. Miller
Dear Mr. Miller
Dear Mr. Miller
Dear Mr. Miller
Dear Mr. Miller

Dear Mr. Miller

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I only exist online.

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