Lyrics:
Tempers start flaring and articles start to fly
She has all her friends convinced that I'm a crazy guy
I wrote her this love letter
But she don't know
mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
Through all those years in prison she
to get along
And he won't get a chance again
That's all she wrote
"Dear John", I sent your saddle home"
She didn't forward no address
No she never
eyes off the prize is the quickest way to return it
I can tell that she's yearning
Closed off by default, but communication, she's learnin
I tell her
on computers
She got murdered, what's the one that shoot her?
Smart, but can't fool her
She went from singing me gospels to drug novels
Now she's all about
Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote
Yea (they fuckin' with me)
Harlem little diva
Cruise the streets in the Ghost
I got
Murder that she wrote
Everything is written proper
Pull up on a oppa
Hit his ass with that chopper
Murder that she wrote
Everything is written
already knew
That I'll keep you going
And the World War III and the World Series
Will make the same size headlines in the news
From all I've seen
done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
I'm Chuck Inglish, that's my name
Point
done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
I'm Chuck Inglish, that's my name
Point
223 came with the scoop
Murder what she wrote
Who want the smoke
223 came with the scoop
Murder what she wrote
Spinning his block in the all black
envision
Pushing P, I push the piston
Pushing me, that's how I'm living
You'll never fall, boy you tripping
Trying to grow, I wrote "The Victim"
Villain
The letters that she wrote, i leave you, She's greeted... by angels
War, despite the white flag. x3
War x 3
Oh my dear, I fear I have become a burden. x2
Without resting first
Coheres the curse
To curve into the earth
And return
From whence it came
The USA
Ain't for us at all
My people
Never wrote
pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
[Chorus]
Something about her probably can't live without her
I said whoa, I'm on my own
We spoke on the phone, that's all she wrote
She said leave me 'lone, so I'mma go
We spent all our time and went for broke
Shawty said that she wanna ride me like a coaster
She said she can teach me something cuz she a lil older
Wrote down where she stayed, later on told
looks like leather by now
His woman's got fat and lost all he
But, Lord, she's lived up to her vow
She looks at her son that's going on twenty
He's ready
girls like you
You just break my heart and you tear me into two
I'd rather be alone
That's why I wrote this song
All day all night
You just want
The answer has always been art
This hidden messages of all time
Were made by those who rhyme their spells
The hidden messages are in art that's on your walls
She left the credit cards under her goodbye note
"All of these are yours, goodbye" and that was all she wrote
Keys to the Porsche she dropped
She left the credit cards under her goodbye note
"All of these are yours, goodbye" and that was all she wrote
Keys to the Porsche she dropped
here
Already know that you don't care
Blurred my vision can't see clear
Not affected by no jump-scares
Now she putting up a fine line
Just to waste my
body all that
Ten toes baby yea
I ride by myself it's betta for my health
Ride by myself hard trusting someone else
This world get you knelt everybody
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