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see through, I see right through

I don't know what you heard
But that bubble 'bout to get burst
'Cause I got standards
I got standards
I ain't

Oh you got standards huh
You said you got standards huh
Haha okay okay okay

She got standards
She want a man
Well baby I need Answers
You got plans

Shawty I'm coolin right now
I got drank
I'm writing these love letters
Tryna make you feel better
Girl you know that you real special, yeah to me

a different lens
Do that shit
How I like it
Find the next best thing, damn I unlocked it
Prove that shit
When I want it
Set the standard, watch em' follow

Drumshanbo Hustle

Van Morrison

The Philosopher's Stone

1998

You were puking up your guts
When you looked at the standard contract you just signed

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting when it was soliciting

never get together
So I have to PyN you this letter
This the end of an error
Hoping I can get me sumthin better
Couldnt imagine we would never get

I'm driving through Jersey 
Like Tony Soprano 
We got our own culture this is not ctlanta 
You hustle? then say dat we upholdin' the standard
We all

Aiyy, aiyy
This a letter to my queen not just anybody
This a letter to my queen not just anybody
A letter to my angel hello pretty mammy
Girl you so

I was thinking to myself I keep it to myself
Then I wrote this letter to myself Said I don't need nobody's help
See I was drinking by myself

the factions that told Us we wouldn't happen
It's only a matter of time before we Amass the traction
Acknowledgement from the masses And sponsorship from

the way
No acknowledgement
Praise only, praise me only
Make it picture perfect
Demanding respect, refusing to give it
To see you, to hear you, to hold you

damaged, yeah, I been mishandled.
Moms tellin' me that I'm handsome, I don't go by those standards
Pops taught me to find a smasher, I don't act like no

I left a letter by head
I’m on the way to Atlanta
I had to boost up my standards
I had to work on my actions
I left a letter by head
I’m on the way

Aye, This my letter from the heart I swear to god 
I need my fans to know I treat this shit more than a job 
Sometimes it leave  me happy
Sometimes

me

Late in December I received a letter
No signature or sender
I had the shit rendered
Turned out it was never no previous offender
Marked up my

few letters
Invite some girl fi come down inna Jamaica
So, mi a go check gas stand 'round di corner
The first foot mi put pon mi veranda

Gyal

the lights out
Under the rug, out of touch
"Well this is the last time that I write you a letter
Well this is the last time that I hold you to a standard
Oh,

Model walker
Beauty standard
Leg dey proper
Girl what's your number
Magical fingers
Houdini's daughter
Bloody lover
Period stopper
Open-end letter
Looking

I have high
I have high standards
When it comes to you
And anybody after you
Cuz i was never comfortable
But i don't wanna start over
High
High
High

should take it as a compliment
I flex now they all want a part of it
Why stress about the lack of acknowledgement?
Nobody's going harder, bitch
I don't

could light up the universe
You ain't keep your word or a letter, as far as I can see
That's the naked truth, no 2001 Odessey
They gon' scratch you off

How can you not see me
I stand here like my clothing is Hi-Vis
You don't hear me when I speak
Is it something that I missed
No acknowledgement when

things to feed my ambition, But it never relieves my condition.Should I follow new directions? Or give up?I found a letter slid under the door,Asking me

they come to realize
The poetry written for only real eyes
For those in the moment that come to rely
On letters from people like
Had to start with