Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter To My Boys, artist - Devlin.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
Letter To My Boys |
As my head spins, I don’t know |
How this slight show had the time to grow |
I was too interested on live the life alone |
Chase the money, chase the savings, |
Man, doesn’t really matter, |
I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys. |
Out to everyone I ever ran the streets with, |
You know more soul, but this here is deep shit |
Me, wilsey and dope inside of a chip wheep |
Or in the park in a Friday night with free chips. |
Or are plenty, with four are out the belly |
Few less guards with a bit that last the many |
Bags it out, trying to rule worry bands weary |
Face is in the place, back in that where it was heavy |
Don’t get me hard, fools say start slow |
Freestyling in this stats flat we’re good at |
Then it disappeared and never fooled to turn back |
Out the jacko, see my wrist slash but gold smash |
When little Guiness was as quiet as a field mass |
We would’ve stole your car and probably though it was the start |
But it’s bigger than my little brother, |
He wait for princess, it’s too many names to cover. |
As my head spins, I don’t know |
How this slight show had the time to grow |
I was too interested on live the life alone |
Chase the money, chase the savings, |
Man, doesn’t really matter, |
I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys. |
As it grew, I feel a gold fraction under quicker |
I felt lonely inside and maybe slightly bitter |
Start writing, told myself I’ll be a spitter |
Then I met dogs and Mikey and the Picture figure |
Too big to lock the quick fig from an older level |
Mine’s sort of fool pine dose to see the rebel |
At fifteen I resurrected my whole crew from hard times, |
Youngen on this mad fire. |
Then we met Deves and cause he only put it in |
Along with Benson and Emma I knew from my science |
Back in '05 when we used to smoke and drink |
Fifty kids on boot street where rule the piffs |
Way back when it was me upon my bones |
A shoe lace around my neck, held my keys up close |
He waits a lego flash, check his back on violence out |
We represent it to the fullest after time, fact. |
As my head spins, I don’t know |
How this slight show had the time to grow |
I was too interested on live the life alone |
Chase the money, chase the savings, |
Man, doesn’t really matter, |
I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys. |
Be Bred, two friends, come I come west |
My boys now, we share a pile and lie the rest |
Where’s new gets and my gets and at the park |
In the youth club with haseties and we spray some bars |
Three years by, rest in peace, Lace, |
Remember days he used to run around the heath wave |
But I don’t get to see your face into these days |
Last crase, will I make it through this grind rage. |
Get started, show 'em love, they really understood, |
Though I was better, then fucking good, they grind the hood |
Behind the mic, slop it still do |
Then it see is too expensive, I move to lose. |
And by the way, I forgot to say, |
I met when I was 13, I lose by the place |
For mom the dictorial role when we used to spray |
Bars on the old block, we’re jumping right in flame. |
So |
As my head spins, I don’t know |
How this slight show had the time to grow |
I was too interested on live the life alone |
Chase the money, chase the savings, |
Man, doesn’t really matter, |
I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys. |