Letter, Pt. 1
Huh
I know it's been a long time, but
I'm here
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Tell me what's on your mind
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
I'm try'a help you to find
What you're looking for
Maybe we can find the antidote
And our way back home
Even if we gotta do it on our own
Story of a treacherous heart
You want me to play my part
Can I do what brings me peace?
That way I can heal my scars
That way I can share my thoughts
Why you focus on my flaws?
Can I do what brings me peace?
You just wanna prove me false, yea
I know
A lot is going on, yea, hol' up
I know
Aye
I'm just singing a song,
Woah
Don't try to prove me I'm wrong
Yea
Put the phone on mute
I'm try'a find a groove
I'm not like you
Accept this truth
Don't tell me that I'm running wild, running wild
Just for doing what I like, what I like
I'm not like you
So let me sing this lullaby, lullaby
Stories of a treacherous heart
Never letting down my guard
Melodies like on a harp
They calm me down, I call that art
While you come back and call that bad
I recall that I never asked
I know that's something you can't grasp
While you act smart, I have a blast
I'm not the best, I never flex
I'm not obsessed with getting cash
There's nothing more, there's nothing less
I just do songs, it's not complex
Hol' up
And when I get back
It's gonna get abstract, yea
I know
A lot is going on, yea, hol' up
I know
Aye
I'm just singing a song,
Woah
Don't try to prove me I'm wrong
Yea
Put the phone on mute
I'm try'a find a groove
I'm try'a find a groove
Cus I'm not like you
Cus I'm not like
I know it's been a long time, but
I'm here
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Tell me what's on your mind
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
I'm try'a help you to find
What you're looking for
Maybe we can find the antidote
And our way back home
Even if we gotta do it on our own
Story of a treacherous heart
You want me to play my part
Can I do what brings me peace?
That way I can heal my scars
That way I can share my thoughts
Why you focus on my flaws?
Can I do what brings me peace?
You just wanna prove me false, yea
I know
A lot is going on, yea, hol' up
I know
Aye
I'm just singing a song,
Woah
Don't try to prove me I'm wrong
Yea
Put the phone on mute
I'm try'a find a groove
I'm not like you
Accept this truth
Don't tell me that I'm running wild, running wild
Just for doing what I like, what I like
I'm not like you
So let me sing this lullaby, lullaby
Stories of a treacherous heart
Never letting down my guard
Melodies like on a harp
They calm me down, I call that art
While you come back and call that bad
I recall that I never asked
I know that's something you can't grasp
While you act smart, I have a blast
I'm not the best, I never flex
I'm not obsessed with getting cash
There's nothing more, there's nothing less
I just do songs, it's not complex
Hol' up
And when I get back
It's gonna get abstract, yea
I know
A lot is going on, yea, hol' up
I know
Aye
I'm just singing a song,
Woah
Don't try to prove me I'm wrong
Yea
Put the phone on mute
I'm try'a find a groove
I'm try'a find a groove
Cus I'm not like you
Cus I'm not like
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