Lyrics

Ornery 'cause my portion was shorter than i ordered
My life that's former cornered me so, yo, i cut that corner
Pestered by stress like a splinter had to reset my center
A new lense, a new lease, pivot retreat to paper
Starfish and coffee for dinner that dapper artist former-
Ly known as prince took a deadly trip down a elevator
I was remiss reminiscing about the time i whispered
Up the stitch of his hem, elbowing models, hopsters
I said, "the south's got a voice," hopeful and brash as hell
I forget the details unsure but confident
Made insecure by his security detail but honestly
I was intoxicated by his coattail
Of all the things that i miss
I keep on thinking bout this
What i'm gonna do about it
Of all the things that i miss
I have parts have departed, some starting to fade
I got new parts, partially 'cause of wisdom and age
I can't part a sea to see why the mirror complains
I can part a window, report wonderful things
I can't export the past, wouldn't know where to send it
I can't deport a man without supporting division
I got my own dirty dishes to spit shine,
A nice pot to piss in, clothed in my right mine,
Still i
Of all the things that i miss
I keep on thinking bout this
What i'm gonna do about it
Of all the things that i miss
Written by: Shirlette Ammons
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