Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Letter2U , by - Audio Push. Release date: 25.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Letter2U |
| How do the good girls go bad? |
| Do we blame the ex-nigga or the dad? |
| Or do we blame the next nigga? |
| Like an ass |
| Saying everythin you like for a night |
| Then he hit it, out of sight |
| Or do we blame the girl that don’t know how to listen? |
| The one that got hurt, lied, and says she forgives him |
| Then he work his ass off to see that she don’t trust him |
| And he becomes an ex because he sees that she don’t love him |
| Ain’t no love without trust and we know that, that’s fact |
| Nobody wants a hundred texts asking «Where you at?» |
| You working and you cooking up cause that’s gon' get us rich |
| Hits a switch and turn a good women to a bitter bitch |
| There were nights I wanted to die and nobody called |
| I forgot that love hurts every time you fall |
| One day if you even think about this shit at all |
| Fuck a fourth bar it don’t even matter |
| You shattered my soul, I admit it it’s cold |
| Even though we get older, feeling never gets old |
| I guess that’s just a letter to you I wrote it in bold |
| You’ll probably never hear this shit but I gotta let go |
| I hope you know I love you |
| No matter how far I am, I’m always thinkin' of you |
| Shit, how we get this far apart? |
| I guess I’ll never know |
| 'Cause you got too much pride to let emotion ever show |
| One day you’ll let it go |
| 'Til then I don’t wanna be the one that watch you self-destruct |
| And I’d be lying if I say that I don’t give a fuck |
| So I just pray for you, yup, even when it hurts |
| Still at 5: 30 am before you go to work |
| That kinda love stupid, that kinda love |
| Now-take-care-of-you-after-rap kinda love |
| «My-girl-calling-bro-I'll-hit-you-back"kinda love |
| Not the bullshit the guys you’re thinking 'bout remind you of |
| Remember that |
| I hope you’ll always remember that |
| You took this shit for granted you can’t get it back |
| I’m a pull up in that black and you can’t get it back |
| Yeah, like that |
| Thinking 'bout waking up to scrambled eggs and turkey bacon grease |
| Kirk Franklin on full-blast, my granny making me |
| Clear the table, take the trash out, them was her basic needs |
| And basically, I was glad to fufill 'em |
| I guess it’s just a letter to you, I’m missing your soul |
| Missing you wanting a sip of brew so I got sent to the store |
| Family trips and barbecue chicken or we go fishing |
| But if the cash was up we on them late casino missions |
| I’m on the craps, you was on the slots |
| I got hit for my cash, you give me another knot, real nigga |
| Your heart had nothing but love in it |
| I miss your birthday cards with them two doves in it |
| Miss you telling me not to let my anger take me over |
| Or to never quit rapping cause one day I’ll take it over |
| Want you to know I finally got John on payroll |
| And Lee Lee had to move again but she okay though |
| And me and wifey straight, she whipping up alfredo |
| It his us all pretty hard but we taking the day slow |
| We gon’t be straight though |
| Just writing this letter got all of my thoughts clouded |
| But these beats and this mic is my only outlet |
| School closed from the Cabazon Outlets, so nostalgic |
| You said I’m a king and don’t doubt it |
| I’m a make you the proudest |