A Letter to U from Chain and Q
Where I'm coming from we don't really see dollars
My palm get itching and I get to scratching
Yeah I guess I need a flee collar
I just need to see commas
like I got more to say before I leave
because I've really never seen fathers
I just want the beam driving
Doing Donuts in it
Id take 360 like waves and get this shit spinning
Forgot to mention that I had your bitch in it
And I was hooping while you was on the bench with it
I didn't want the credit Ill just make jams
I don't want that text back when I make it
But for now just know my heart is breaking
Writing love songs in my bedroom I was far from faking
I really mean it it's been hard to say it
A struggle with mental health
Don't want momma to see her son is fading
I'll be the wave that I get washed away in
I could tell friends and they'd start the praying
And The I tell them it's working
and show a niggas together but only on the surface
Not even on my best day (Not even on mine no)
Not even on my best day (Not even on mine no)
Not even on my best day (Not even on mine no)
Not even on my best day
Not even on my best day
The sun don't shine how it should
And I don't really feel like living
Tell em how I'm feeling
(No)
I can't tell em how I'm feeling
(No)
I'm trying to be better I swear it
I like your hair in every style that you wear it
Please Excuse my point of reference, we
Grew from worlds apart
My oohs ahhs wherent Kumbayas
My Arc is cold (Uh)
My arc is hope, but
When it's dark it's cold and hell is hot
Fuckin wit me before this album drops
Appreciate it (Uh)
I slow down when i can
I wanna be calm but the world try to handle me
Out the palm not canopy
The squeeze tight
My eyes is wide and i can't see shit
Prefer the grind I'd rather die
Than they let me live
And no one cares that's fine
Burn those squares with shine
Sometimes Im out my mind
I dig as low as I climb
That balance I live reckless
I won't ask you to ride
Im selfish I'm occupied
My mind won't let me thrive
But I press the issue and I push on the gas
It was nice here with you
Even if time can't last
Tell the lord to wash my sins away from me
Tell the lord to wash my sins away from me
Not even on my best day
Not even on my best day
Tell the lord to wash my sins away from me
(Not even on my best day)
(Not even on my best day)
My palm get itching and I get to scratching
Yeah I guess I need a flee collar
I just need to see commas
like I got more to say before I leave
because I've really never seen fathers
I just want the beam driving
Doing Donuts in it
Id take 360 like waves and get this shit spinning
Forgot to mention that I had your bitch in it
And I was hooping while you was on the bench with it
I didn't want the credit Ill just make jams
I don't want that text back when I make it
But for now just know my heart is breaking
Writing love songs in my bedroom I was far from faking
I really mean it it's been hard to say it
A struggle with mental health
Don't want momma to see her son is fading
I'll be the wave that I get washed away in
I could tell friends and they'd start the praying
And The I tell them it's working
and show a niggas together but only on the surface
Not even on my best day (Not even on mine no)
Not even on my best day (Not even on mine no)
Not even on my best day (Not even on mine no)
Not even on my best day
Not even on my best day
The sun don't shine how it should
And I don't really feel like living
Tell em how I'm feeling
(No)
I can't tell em how I'm feeling
(No)
I'm trying to be better I swear it
I like your hair in every style that you wear it
Please Excuse my point of reference, we
Grew from worlds apart
My oohs ahhs wherent Kumbayas
My Arc is cold (Uh)
My arc is hope, but
When it's dark it's cold and hell is hot
Fuckin wit me before this album drops
Appreciate it (Uh)
I slow down when i can
I wanna be calm but the world try to handle me
Out the palm not canopy
The squeeze tight
My eyes is wide and i can't see shit
Prefer the grind I'd rather die
Than they let me live
And no one cares that's fine
Burn those squares with shine
Sometimes Im out my mind
I dig as low as I climb
That balance I live reckless
I won't ask you to ride
Im selfish I'm occupied
My mind won't let me thrive
But I press the issue and I push on the gas
It was nice here with you
Even if time can't last
Tell the lord to wash my sins away from me
Tell the lord to wash my sins away from me
Not even on my best day
Not even on my best day
Tell the lord to wash my sins away from me
(Not even on my best day)
(Not even on my best day)
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Brown, Micah Moore
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