Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter to the Lost, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Thrift Store Halos, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.08.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Letter to the Lost |
| Hello brother; |
| s-s-salutations from a Lego lover |
| Building bricks to cross a bridge outta this ghetto’s gutter |
| Keeping in touch, but mostly this life, that could be hard to do |
| We living in separate worlds, which truly tears my heart in two |
| I hear the talking, and you’re walking, wishing for the coffin |
| But keeping your noggin off the bottom is so truly awesome |
| Ya see, they weaseled us with promises of false degrees |
| And then they seeded us as hostages to awful fees |
| On our fucking knees. |
| What a fucking tease |
| Keeping us lost while breading the cost |
| They drain us, they fuck us and leave |
| Now we’ve been stuck in the trees, and the alcohol |
| Which I can’t fucking believe, cause lately I’m out of all my whiskey; |
| Its been risky since the days we jumped the school fence |
| And ran into that addict, frantic, looking for those blueprints |
| I started bagging groceries, well, only for two cents |
| But kept it positive, and I’ve been singing happy tunes since |
| This here’s my letter to the lost |
| My get up, get up, gone, things get better, things go wrong |
| Keep your head up and you better get a job tomorrow |
| I’ve been betting on a way to keep it golden for him |
| When the world is coming down on your open door |
| What the fuck you gonna do when its supposed to fall? |
| Let it fall, (okay) |
| Let it fall back into place |
| Let it fall, down, (see, this is just like building blocks, y’know what I’m |
| saying?) |
| Into place |
| Let it fall, let it fall |
| Let it fall back into place |
| Let it fall, down, (down, down, down) |
| Into place |
| Everything ain’t what it seems; |
| things can change in just a blink |
| Every time I wake up, pinch myself before I hit the gym |
| Life’s a bitch, that’s the biz, still I’m tryna teach her tricks |
| Miami makes it hard cause pretty people act the ugliest |
| Ain’t nobody tell me shit though, unless they walk in my kicks |
| Yell ¡MAYDAY! |
| everyday, like kamikaze p-pilots |
| Everybody always got opinions on how you should live |
| Some people never rock they standards cause half are from music shit |
| The bigger the city, the lonelier the prison |
| So when they turn off the lights you glow, self defense mechanism |
| Dirty pigeons fib and fidget suppressing feelings |
| Never realizing dirty wings can fly, there’s no ceiling |
| Nobody got answers; |
| they just tryna fake that shit |
| If you’re feeling stuck right now, then make some quick adjustments |
| Been in the darkest places only now to see the light |
| So when they asking why we toast, we say its only right |