A Letter To
A letter
A letter to
A letter to
My brother that helps me
My girl that keeps me stable
Can't tell my mum (Tell my mum)
Mum, nah I'm not able
It gets stuck in my head (Stuck in my head)
Now I want this prick dead
Can't show that side (Dead inside)
I bottle it inside instead
I run that red, ride that ped
Just to smash these dusters in some guys head
But he was somewhere instead
So went back a week later
Filled anger, knew where he gymed
Knew what time, still not here
Still no sign, still no fucking sign
All these sessions with my psych
I mished it on my bike
I don't wanna do what's right
The shotty holds five in the pipe
It goes bang and I love the excit
Ment, I mean ment
I'd love to make more than a dent
But apparently that ain't normal
I wear Armani, that ain't formal
I wear Hugo, that ain't normal
Take brintellix so I'm more normal
My bro says it ain't hormonal
So it must be mindset instead
Hold these thoughts till I'm dead
Spit these bars till I'm red
Say what I mean till I'm dead
This shit is emotional
Music ain't optional
See it and watch it all
I grew up in hospital
Problems I copped them all
I don't think about that, block it all
My schooling years, fuck em all
My schooling peers (Schooling peers)
Yeah, fuck em all
Fuck all them, didn't like you then
Don't wanna talk now, you ain't my pal
My attitude foul, you might be like wow
Yeah he's changed, nah I ain't changed
Nah, you didn't know me
Respect, you didn't show me
Alone, nowhere near lonely
A letter to
A letter to
My brother that helps me
My girl that keeps me stable
Can't tell my mum (Tell my mum)
Mum, nah I'm not able
It gets stuck in my head (Stuck in my head)
Now I want this prick dead
Can't show that side (Dead inside)
I bottle it inside instead
I run that red, ride that ped
Just to smash these dusters in some guys head
But he was somewhere instead
So went back a week later
Filled anger, knew where he gymed
Knew what time, still not here
Still no sign, still no fucking sign
All these sessions with my psych
I mished it on my bike
I don't wanna do what's right
The shotty holds five in the pipe
It goes bang and I love the excit
Ment, I mean ment
I'd love to make more than a dent
But apparently that ain't normal
I wear Armani, that ain't formal
I wear Hugo, that ain't normal
Take brintellix so I'm more normal
My bro says it ain't hormonal
So it must be mindset instead
Hold these thoughts till I'm dead
Spit these bars till I'm red
Say what I mean till I'm dead
This shit is emotional
Music ain't optional
See it and watch it all
I grew up in hospital
Problems I copped them all
I don't think about that, block it all
My schooling years, fuck em all
My schooling peers (Schooling peers)
Yeah, fuck em all
Fuck all them, didn't like you then
Don't wanna talk now, you ain't my pal
My attitude foul, you might be like wow
Yeah he's changed, nah I ain't changed
Nah, you didn't know me
Respect, you didn't show me
Alone, nowhere near lonely
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Writer(s): Elda .
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