Lyrics:
spend an hour by myself
How the fuck will I not make it with all these Hours on the shelf?
Time is money and I believe it is pay me o-clock
Dear my,
a letter in the mail
When i was doing time they ain’t wanna give me bail
But now I’m back on these nigga back on these fuck niggas
You sitting on yo ass boy
know
Because I wasn't even caught by five-o
Now who would assume Sunborn is a rat?
The same one who said I wasn't right 'n exact
For you are the one
Looking around for some inspiration
Back in the day I could do it with no hesitation, but
Nowadays it's kind of hard when you lack motivation
my conscience says 'No'
What a pity, my inner kid getting defeated by the adult
Filling gaps, live in fame , missing letters, live in frames
Tho I
yeah, yeah, yeah
He got that old school love
Like where you been at? Be ready by 5, so I can take you out
Old School Love
Old school, love letters
like we're trying to kill our own kind
By fuckin' each other with out protection
Just fuckin' ... and lack of selection
'Cause sex is alive in both
or a bit insane
I find no one to blame
No, I'm not lazy, I take it day by day
'Cause I'm a walking man
Mr. Good lost a letter on a trip to hell
the pieces together
I would always pay attention to the motions of the screen with the letters
And start typing never minding what's ahead
I would stay up
brain
Plus, I get the kind of money you can't gross
(ha) the mighty GxF scream it 'til I
No longer breathe a breath (uh huh)
Get you hit with 3 in chest
I had heard this beat and I immediately wanted to lose my mind
You see, my grind is the kind that you can't compare
I'm on a different type of time
I
started it
'cause you're the one who let me down
I guess you feel the same or so you said it in your letter
My expectations weren't high but I expected
To you my kind is rare I can tell by your stare/
Love my energy
Good thing cuz the spirit is forever/
Sending blessings over to you like a letter
Hope you
the earth with our remains
We've turned it to a grave
When we write our final chapter
The letters fade from the page
We're all afflicted
And bound together by
an enemy of me
Gobnait
Day Ten
Listen manure-face,
I hope you'll be haunted by the strains of ten pipers piping
Which you sent to torment us last
Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down
Trains with white letters on black iron sides
And white rushing water that all rolls away
the better, stay fly get chedda'
Don't expect the V I or letter
When you get 'em never let up, when you fall get up
Wipe the tears off, get the blood
[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
Imma get it either way
Gotta find your own way
My city, my place, ahh
I don't look at the scoreboard (glaucoma)
I'm always up by like 44
I
letters of those kinds
I poured my soul into them
Hoping you'd read them line by line
But there's a widening separation
Between your class and mine
You'll
a letter
For lack of a better word, I want to send a message
Hope this girl knows I come with no baggage
Yeah
I want her
Where's your baton at?
I feel like
and I'll be waiting by the phone
(phone rings: "Hello?")
(Chorus)
(On the Phone)
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down
she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone
(phone rings: "Hello?")
[Chorus]
(On the Phone)
She don't live here no more
I heard
Yeah, they see me in them 25th letters, all they do is why
Can't he get better
Of course over time, but that's an extra quarter
$1.25 if you
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