100 Years

I found my place in bed Three feet beneath your head I wanted to stay home And I couldn't think of nothing new I moved like syrup (slow) I moved I didn't know I'd took off from my faith And I couldn't think of nothing new Boo hoo boo hoo boo hoo Waiting waiting I'd been called down Waiting waiting Would I rebound Waiting waiting I found my place in bed Three feet beneath your head I wanted to stay home And I couldn't think of nothing new Boo hoo boo hoo boo hoo