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collecting in large 
Made models with the black tint in the car 
Late nights I'm recording the session alone 
Lil shawty from the west side second home 
Lil

celebrity
Fuck fame, I don't feel pain from leprosy

I come around just like the letter C
Wait till I leave a legacy
You niggas softer than a feather be said

it stay with a
Heavy heart healthy men had tried to lift
Hardened by the booze, and hungry for a shift
Although the letter was confusing, I don't want

And all those letters that I wrote you will never get
I'm trying to find a reason to come back home
So tell me honestly
Did you get everything you wanted

treat ya right)
Give you everything you need and like (you need and like)
Take you away from the lonely nights(lonely nights)
Take you by the stars

guy, and mail
Me every letter with a nude signed by yourself
No cellmate, bitch, it's only for when times get stale
You grow colder when you know you're

opened, my door to let them in
I dated, them one by one
From one to ten, my mind scaling
Everyone of them, who's the Bestman for me

Some men, are single

your god damned idol,
Break your body, drop from the Eiffel/
Tower of Odin, and my power is growin, it could go down any moment, i been searching for

bend her
She gets drunk, gets lost in the bender
Doom with the mask, you act, pretender
Got the wrong guy, send the letter back to sender
Hurt so bad

shout to my bro
DGL we bound to blow off no Smoke
It's joke for all you niggas with them poles
I'm from the south it still get cold I ain't no hoe
Bitches

JcCKIE WcS c LINEMcN FROM LINCOLN
WORKED HIS FINGERS DOWN TO THE BONE
CONNIE GcVE HIM 3 SONS cND DcUGHTERS
TURNED THcT HOUSE INTO c HOME
cND MY

than here & valued.
More than a galleons womb emptied in a coral cradle
& Pulmonary atlas' aside,
More than can ever be mapped
By any rapscallion

It used to be simple
I used to be able to get it all down, but now we got levels
I'm tryna get by but my heart aside, I been feeling mental
I can't

the stove and read the letter she wrote
She said I gave you all I had you left a hole in my heart
Shoulda known that it would go bad right from the start,

DJ Peek
Wrote a letter to my little dog
They got him still in the system
He talking about in there
You can't be talking about no gang
If you ain't

can’t escape from the enemy within

Chorus

Verse 3:
Back home safe now, returned at last
But the final part of the whole’s held fast
The letters I read

could do it better
But at the same time
Think it's all fake life and its rigged
Graded but I could choose the letter
A, only one way to know
Swear I'm

time
We'll build a home

Bitterns on Ynys Mon
Flamingos across Spain
Gin beneath setting suns
No bitterness, no pain
I said, love, I'm feeling eschewed

(Yeah, yeah, uh)
You caught feelings, I didn't
Butterfingers I drop them bitches (Drop)
So don't hit my digits, you ain't getting no more dick from Digit

the view from the ninth floor
Red letter day, I read my name like a final score
A conductor without a score, a revolver in the drawer

My first dream this

when I meet your girl
And then the fathers fucking hate me
Cause I'm loved by all their daughters
And if they try to come and get me
Then I'm wanted for

crazy, growing rage
Went to where you said, no one in The Flame
What you wanna make me go insane?
Get me home, get me where I wanna go
Give me hope, show

unfamiliar anyway

The next time I see you I know we'll have more to say
At least I'll get to hear it straight from you
This letter that you wrote well I read

They tell me
"Maybe you should let her go
Focus on yourself
All your songs sounding like letters bro"
You don't got the pictures and the memories