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Foreign bedrooms and strange bathrooms Temperatures surging to 39 degrees Skin peeling off, my melanin can’t take the zero humidity I think god is trying to install my humility You have to see how far I came You have to see how close I came Coming to you Oh baby, I was coming to you I’m not lying when I say I was coming to you And I fantasised about what I’ll say The pick-up lines and the rhymes The kind of dress I’ll wear And the offerings I’ll bear The moves I’ll make And all the risks I’ll stake Fell in the hands of dubious agents Took the money but never delivered the flight And I had to wait I had to fight But all my efforts came to naught I’m back sleeping on my smelly couch Crying my heart out You have to see how far I came You have to see how close I came Coming to you Oh baby, I was coming to you I swear I wasn’t lying when I said I was coming to you And I fantasised about what I’ll say When I first meet you The kind of smile I’ll wear The kiss I’ll plant on your forehead How I’ll manoeuvre my fingers round your torso While I savour the perfume on your hair And the sea almost swallowed me On the second attempt And my friends try to console me Telling me maybe it wasn’t meant to be But they don’t know our chemistry They haven’t seen how you look at me They don’t know I how good I felt When your hands rubbed off on me You have to see how close I came I wasn’t playing no game when I said I’m coming to you Oh baby, I was coming to you I swear I wasn’t lying when I said I was Coming to you And I drove through pitched black forests Dusty and sandy fields for like a hundred thousand miles Drove through mountains and abandoned cities Sat in the car until my butchicks began to bleed Boarded a boat through an unforgiving sea storm It overturned, and I lost all my belongings But I held on to your address in my head And I fantasised about what I’ll say The pick-up lines and the rhymes The kind of dress I’ll wear And the offerings I’ll bear The moves I’ll make And all the risks I’ll stake But my dream died when he married you
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 6:40 AM UTC
Coming To You
Foreign bedrooms and strange bathrooms Temperatures surging to 39 degrees Skin peeling off, my melanin can’t take the zero humidity I think god is trying to install my humility You have to see how far I came You have to see how close I came Coming to you Oh baby, I was coming to you I’m not lying when I say I was coming to you And I fantasised about what I’ll say The pick-up lines and the rhymes The kind of dress I’ll wear And the offerings I’ll bear The moves I’ll make And all the risks I’ll stake Fell in the hands of dubious agents Took the money but never delivered the flight And I had to wait I had to fight But all my efforts came to naught I’m back sleeping on my smelly couch Crying my heart out You have to see how far I came You have to see how close I came Coming to you Oh baby, I was coming to you I swear I wasn’t lying when I said I was coming to you And I fantasised about what I’ll say When I first meet you The kind of smile I’ll wear The kiss I’ll plant on your forehead How I’ll manoeuvre my fingers round your torso While I savour the perfume on your hair And the sea almost swallowed me On the second attempt And my friends try to console me Telling me maybe it wasn’t meant to be But they don’t know our chemistry They haven’t seen how you look at me They don’t know I how good I felt When your hands rubbed off on me You have to see how close I came I wasn’t playing no game when I said I’m coming to you Oh baby, I was coming to you I swear I wasn’t lying when I said I was Coming to you And I drove through pitched black forests Dusty and sandy fields for like a hundred thousand miles Drove through mountains and abandoned cities Sat in the car until my butchicks began to bleed Boarded a boat through an unforgiving sea storm It overturned, and I lost all my belongings But I held on to your address in my head And I fantasised about what I’ll say The pick-up lines and the rhymes The kind of dress I’ll wear And the offerings I’ll bear The moves I’ll make And all the risks I’ll stake But my dream died when he married you
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FonCTse
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 6:40 AM UTC
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