Letter2U - Audio Push

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