Letters

She knows how to do me well
She catch my soul with how she wears them jeans
It looks like I can hardly tell
Whether or not she wants to be with me

When I wake up I can feel your stare even if you're not there or anywhere
When I give up cause life's not fair
You can't always run away but it's not fair

Get the money stack it up straight through the floor
Yeah I drive a foreign this ain't no ford

She knows how to do me well
She catch my soul with how she wears them jeans
It looks like I can hardly tell
Whether or not she wants to be with me

When I wake up I can feel your stare even if you're not there or anywhere
When I give up cause life's not fair
You can't always run away but it's not fair

Get the money stack it up straight through the floor
(Get the money stack it up straight through the floor)
Yeah I drive a foreign this ain't no ford
(Yeah I drive a foreign this ain't no ford)
Get the money stack it up straight through the floor
(Get the money stack it up straight through the floor)
Yeah I drive a foreign this ain't no ford
(Yeah I drive a foreign this ain't no ford)



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Kennedy
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