Open Letter

Looking at the helicopter landing pad
Staring at it from behind a thick glass
Gazing at the island that I'm stranded at
Looking at the water where I'm standing at
Right arm "I" is where I'm branded at
Bullshit I can never stand for that
Bullshit I am not a fan of that
I belong with the streets like an ally cat

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It's been a couple days since I been gone
70 niggas in a room with no radio
Damn it's been forever like I miss home
Was in control of my life, but no more
I miss my phone I miss my family and I miss my baby
That's the only thing I been thinking about lately
Waking up a four o clock one hot and two lunch box
This the shits that make you want to hot box
So you know I been stressing
I'm a drinker not a smoker lungs as clean as a reverends
But after I get out of here I got to hit up J Legend
After I get out of here I got to hit up J Legend

All I need my baby and my music
All I need my baby and my music
Keep it simple life can be confusing
Dear diary, this an open letter to myself
All I need my baby and my music
All I need my baby and my music
Keep it simple life can be confusing
Dear diary, this an open letter to myself

I just want to do the things I want to do
I just want to see the things I want to see
I don't want to carry around this M16
I just want to Peter Griffin with my family
I am a Family Guy
And my whole families fly
I'm talking all of my friends that's been there since begin
Blood ain't the only tie
Could be white but I'm dirty like rice
Yea I know I could live straight
But I prefer crazy way, baby pour my liquor straight

All I need my baby and my music
All I need my baby and my music
Keep it simple life can be confusing
Dear diary, this an open letter to myself
All I need my baby and my music
All I need my baby and my music
Keep it simple life can be confusing
Dear diary, this an open letter to myself



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus White
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