Lyrics:
Range is supercharged, I remains intelligent
Back to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't jammed up
"Free 6LACK" was hot
Uh, "East Atlanta Love Letter" was freakin' hot
Georgia's blue, I feel alive
I've been waitin' for somethin' to set a fire in me
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
would've thought by now
I'd have learned something
I made up my mind when I was a young girl
I've been given this one world
I won't worry it away, no
planned by god
See you in the dark where the lights were off
cnd that, yeah really pissed off
I waved my hand but I think you didn't notice
When
I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much here
I can't wait to see you all
And I'm counting the days here
I still believe that there's
God chosen, son, we just sip from the Nile
Gold plated dinner dishes, fresh slice of fresh papaya
Pulled by the scrolls, read the Book of Obadiah
Smack
a stare
I know God is good he did nothing for me
Except sit by the door and bury me in weakness
Sorry days again
I got a letter from you
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u
suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my
letters
Now he doing double life, while she lead a double life
Man, he need another wife
New approach might help a nigga bowl better
New hoes might help
from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by
made by God and the Devil, and we in it
Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit
Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worse,
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
struggle by yourself but she makes it easier
In this letter to my younger self I wanted to let you know
Don't you worry about the move to the heat from
loot up tonight it's alright
I write a letter dedicated to God
First I'll thank him
Without him I'da never made it this far
But it's hard tryin to think
Somewhere in the universe
Between this night and God
An angel sat upon a star
While thinking very hard
To return once more to the earth
He had
back to do a soul check
Every once in a while like a
Sonic You know what messiah
To find out these cats got
This thing running wild
Oh, God bless
I get up in the morning with the thought
"God, how cool I am"
When I come inside they fall
I'm a bullet, damn
I live by “I love myself, they will
Chorus:
Taekwondo, I’m writing in this letter to the Lord
Thank you God
I’ve fallen to the top
…thank you God…to the top…to the Lord…Taekwondo…
(fuck, god damn it)
(I love you)
You knew I'd right you love letters
You knew I'd always tell you that you'd get better
Late nights in the studio
Every once in a while like a sonic messiah
To find out these cats
Got this thing runnin wild
God bless the child
[verse 2]
Im spittin in the wind
Till it
the physical
And don't blame me for the slang and the words
God writes these rhymes through me
I just listen to him
I'm just livin' duke
Matrix driven
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