Lyrics:
don't need a person to know
I need you to love me and not for a short thing
I want us to both grow on old
Wrote you a letter
Hope'n that it put a smile
Whatever happened to drive in theaters
And the letters that you said you’d write
Darling I like you because and I love you despite
Can you
the penn'
And gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked
Flicks of old friends hoping you well
I know it's hell doing time in the cells
You need
You wrote me back to back letters told me stay strong
I had rainy days you was with me through the storm
That's why I show you love dry your eyes give
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old
Brown
Someone found a letter you wrote me on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
Know a down one for me, now the fickle with me
My day one, that's my baby (ooh, ooh yeah)
Yeah, been right here all alone and she got her own
I love
like a sieve
And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a flag
And a letter from home that she's read ten times and an old
a aftermath tantrum
Oh my god , interrupted by this hunny, and looking pretty good at that,
She had a letter for
Cap , it said ma critical' was chillin' in
fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old Papa, Sister and brother,
I dreamed about that girl
Who's been waiting for so long.
I want to go
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
scared, cause he ain't green over here
Said she want a love letter, I need more lean my dear
Them niggas pussies, I don't even know how to fear
So many
Roll with the Cartier, cold in the 'Rari, yeah
Dope by the boat load, smoke in the lobby, yeah
Old Kemosabe, I don't fuck with nobody
Celo
Dear misses C
Future Mrs.G
I wrote this letter in regards
To let you know your king , aka me
Wants you by his side, to be his queen
Off springing
me how
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements
Stretch
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your
me how
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements
Stretch
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your
the fire together
Cauldron smoking, boil nettle
Whisper words and burn old letters
Dance by moonlight
Howl forever
Gather 'round the fire together
Cauldron
New York winter Traffic squeals
The city feels...so old
Late December taxi ride
Then run inside it's cold
Got your letters Monday
I think or Tuesday
A love story of a young broken boy
At the end of his hood and his old isle
Living in a body that's feelin' weaker
He ain't got no weapon but he can
rhyme's redefined
Secret letters to you and they're boldly signed
By me because I love you and I always will
And the thought of bein without you girl, makes
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
worthless
seeking vanity and labeling it “righteousness.”
little girl, only four years old,
gettin’ touched in the dark by men full-grown,
crying out loud
It's funny how the time flies
Four years just flew by
Listening to my old songs
And i be like who's that guy?
It was just like yesterday
When i
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