| Song | Missing You |
| Artist | Kero One |
| Album | Kinetic World |
| Verse 1 | |
| Dear Missy, | |
| I just touched Sicily | |
| thinking bout you, wondering how much you miss me | |
| we just performed Spain, where some got tipsy, | |
| saw a couple groupies, even still its trippy, | |
| speaking of, the nights start late there, | |
| people leave at 12 having fun till the sun blares, | |
| demolishing Paella, Papas Bravas and Tapas, | |
| drinking down Cervezas with the boys and Muchachas, | |
| yeah I learned some words, but it’s getting absurd, | |
| lost in translation mixing up my verbs, | |
| like “guten tag” in Prague, in Sri Lanka I said “danke”, | |
| Morocco “arigato”, all these countries got me bonkers, | |
| but you know, when in Rome do as they do | |
| damn it’s getting late sound check’s in a few | |
| how’s your boss treating you? Share your latest in news | |
| signed sincerely, you’re man that’s missing you, | |
| Chorus | |
| I’m missing you, I’m missing you | |
| I wish you were here with me and I was there with you | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| “Bonjour Bonjour”, live from Bordeaux France, | |
| where they say “savah!”, before they slap your hand, | |
| we've been staying in the country with Jerome and Vernon, | |
| sipping fine wines, till it exits our urine, | |
| smooth on the palette, but cheap in Euros even, | |
| here these Europeans damn near charge you for breathing, | |
| so it’s saying a lot, it’s getting crazy on the wallets | |
| and the only way to stall it, short arms and deep pockets | |
| plus last night they stole my phone in Paris, | |
| with my streets smarts, who thought it would happen to me | |
| so today I’ll keep it cheap “Big Mac” and some cheese, | |
| keep my baggage from thieves | |
| and leave the rapping to me, | |
| but anyway I never heard back from you | |
| I hope you got my letter and those macaroons | |
| tomorrow’s the election, many living with fear, | |
| if Sar Kozees' elected then the city might flip, | |
| burning cars and all, and it's time to dip | |
| next stop Tokyo, my second home nearly, | |
| and man i'm missing you, wishing you were here | |
| sincerely… | |
| CHORUS | |
| Verse 3 | |
| wow, I’m back home, at my humble abode | |
| dang, its two MONTHS, since I’ve been back home, | |
| everything’s surreal, guess that’s life on the road, | |
| and it feels good like “Tony Tony Tone” | |
| my clocks still saying 3am Japan, | |
| when we'd likely be out on a stage with the band, | |
| man, I wish you here to welcome me home babe, | |
| embrace me like you use to, brand new like a phone date, | |
| surf me like a homepage wrestling messing with, | |
| each other, you smother me like butter on toast, | |
| hey and I’m still waiting on your response at least, | |
| its been almost a year since I've seen you with me, | |
| man, why was it you, that night I let you drive? | |
| why was it me that night I had survived? | |
| why was it that some dumb ass let him drive! | |
| as drunk as he was I cant believe he's alive, | |
| and your gone “poof” like you never existed, | |
| my tears rolled swift, as your head I lifted, | |
| I vowed to protect you, and now your distant | |
| i'm waiting for the day I see you back in existence, | |
| and as days pass, I'll keep faith in God | |
| he won’t steer me wrong, even when it gets odd, | |
| so till we're in heaven, keep believing within you | |
| signed sincerely, your man that’s missing you… | |
| CHORUS | |
| CHORUS |
| Verse 1 | |
| Dear Missy, | |
| I just touched Sicily | |
| thinking bout you, wondering how much you miss me | |
| we just performed Spain, where some got tipsy, | |
| saw a couple groupies, even still its trippy, | |
| speaking of, the nights start late there, | |
| people leave at 12 having fun till the sun blares, | |
| demolishing Paella, Papas Bravas and Tapas, | |
| drinking down Cervezas with the boys and Muchachas, | |
| yeah I learned some words, but it' s getting absurd, | |
| lost in translation mixing up my verbs, | |
| like " guten tag" in Prague, in Sri Lanka I said " danke", | |
| Morocco " arigato", all these countries got me bonkers, | |
| but you know, when in Rome do as they do | |
| damn it' s getting late sound check' s in a few | |
| how' s your boss treating you? Share your latest in news | |
| signed sincerely, you' re man that' s missing you, | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m missing you, I' m missing you | |
| I wish you were here with me and I was there with you | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| " Bonjour Bonjour", live from Bordeaux France, | |
| where they say " savah!", before they slap your hand, | |
| we' ve been staying in the country with Jerome and Vernon, | |
| sipping fine wines, till it exits our urine, | |
| smooth on the palette, but cheap in Euros even, | |
| here these Europeans damn near charge you for breathing, | |
| so it' s saying a lot, it' s getting crazy on the wallets | |
| and the only way to stall it, short arms and deep pockets | |
| plus last night they stole my phone in Paris, | |
| with my streets smarts, who thought it would happen to me | |
| so today I' ll keep it cheap " Big Mac" and some cheese, | |
| keep my baggage from thieves | |
| and leave the rapping to me, | |
| but anyway I never heard back from you | |
| I hope you got my letter and those macaroons | |
| tomorrow' s the election, many living with fear, | |
| if Sar Kozees' elected then the city might flip, | |
| burning cars and all, and it' s time to dip | |
| next stop Tokyo, my second home nearly, | |
| and man i' m missing you, wishing you were here | |
| sincerely | |
| CHORUS | |
| Verse 3 | |
| wow, I' m back home, at my humble abode | |
| dang, its two MONTHS, since I' ve been back home, | |
| everything' s surreal, guess that' s life on the road, | |
| and it feels good like " Tony Tony Tone" | |
| my clocks still saying 3am Japan, | |
| when we' d likely be out on a stage with the band, | |
| man, I wish you here to welcome me home babe, | |
| embrace me like you use to, brand new like a phone date, | |
| surf me like a homepage wrestling messing with, | |
| each other, you smother me like butter on toast, | |
| hey and I' m still waiting on your response at least, | |
| its been almost a year since I' ve seen you with me, | |
| man, why was it you, that night I let you drive? | |
| why was it me that night I had survived? | |
| why was it that some dumb ass let him drive! | |
| as drunk as he was I cant believe he' s alive, | |
| and your gone " poof" like you never existed, | |
| my tears rolled swift, as your head I lifted, | |
| I vowed to protect you, and now your distant | |
| i' m waiting for the day I see you back in existence, | |
| and as days pass, I' ll keep faith in God | |
| he won' t steer me wrong, even when it gets odd, | |
| so till we' re in heaven, keep believing within you | |
| signed sincerely, your man that' s missing you | |
| CHORUS | |
| CHORUS |