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Five whole months and a couple days
Since the day you went away
I guess you'd think that I'd be used to this feeling by now
Took a long drive down

didn't
Called me from a payphone
They still got pay phones
It cost a dollar a minute
You tell me you're getting sober 
And you wrote me a letter
But

The thought of you is able to bring me back
To when i was a kid, wasn't pushed by this mess and couldn't give a fuck less
Just wrote an open letter to santa,

touch the light through a broken tree.
Surrounded by those who care but laid down their arms.
All the letters were not read... for two and a half he was

I'm Mason, nails and things all white, Caucasian (Caucasian)
Low-key ting or a bae ting
Bakin' by the poolside with a Haitian (with a Haitian)
Tell

go to the bush kolo palm oooo
See me loco but me no be Sam ooo
Anytime we pass no be by exam oooo (Baba Iya)

Dem say I too dey vex
I say make dem

like me

Ohhh
Ohhh

Rivers running
Circles down
Water flowing
Underground

I found a letter it was lying in a drawer
I wrote it once but never sent it
I

Define lost?
Took a picture of your eyes
Big surprise
Rockets wouldn't reach those skies
Universe got the letters U N I
The doors of life are open come

prefer guns that come with a seven
Glock with a knife he get
AK is my two favorite letters
He told me to slide, I did he start sweating
Pass Kaydoo

with
A glass of ice
It looks somethin' like a house
Over half our life
It looks somethin' like a letter
Turning off the lights
We can't pay the price
How

shit
He can't live again
Do that job by myself, fuck that hitman
Best believe in me just like I'm Peter Pan
And I do the dirty work like Dirty Dan
And he

Don't wan' be no angels, I hang with rebels
Whole gang could've crashed out
But I ain't let 'em talk dumb
Ain't nothin' bigger than ten letters
Talk dumb

Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his
Hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t

So nasty they forgot what triple X was
I put two fingers up and all the experts
With Dom K she do her best work
In my world they judge a man by his net

that I want it, I'm haunted, of course
By that four letter word
It's a burden of sorts that
Stings me to the core
Yeah, my heart is your court
Yeah, girl

Mob tied, I get you whacked over a letter
Shooter go rampage
Shooting shit like he Trevor
Catch me out bad, nigga man that's never
New Saint Laurent

study every letter
I'm the first draft pick
With the last laugh, bitch
Yeah, I'm angry on the track
But I deserve to be
'Cause all these rappers with no

to you
I'll tell you what Jay-Z told me
"Hoes will get you sidetracked then
Clapped from close feet"
Distracted from tasks by ass
I know it's tight
But you

out
Letters from the IRS arriving at mom's now
Man, I guess that's just what happens here
Mid-twenties trying to salvage a rap career
Skip doing taxes

and we livin' in pain
A letter for birth, heaven on Earth
Tell them this my

My life, my word, my sight, my
Goals, my fight, my soul
I do my best to use me

instead
I let go and let God, I don't ever stress
I smoke kush, never stress
Give you line on top of line
That's the letter X
I went to jail and found rap

of thick smoke
Funny, right? Ha ha, this shit's jokes
I got the idea from a
Letter that the shit wrote

Hey, you right there
In that pretty red dress, let's

Never Exist
But That Changed just Fliping The
First Letters Of Wolf Gang
Turned Into Its Own Separate Thing
Seeing All Different Races From
Skinny To Fat

Said you took a picture
They said you've moved away
Happened all so quietly, they said
Should have took a picture
Something I could keep
By a little