Lyrics:
(*singing*)
[Hook: Shyna - 2x]
I'm writing, a letter
I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones
[Trae]
Dear Dinkie, more it what happened
the, I'm in the hood
Somebody say you was looking for me
I'm in the hood
I be posted on the corner, twistin that good
I got that all black dickie on
I'm
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
the street like 20 deep
Shot dice all days but sold fiens all week
I wanted Js on my feet im selling crack by the gs
Brother died on the street and they killed
a 'Wood, I'm feelin' good
Just me, myself and this blunt
Everything I do is way up, man
If anybody good I swear it's us, man
I'm vibin', I'm chillin',
everything I dream
I'm good by myself, don't need no one else
Don't tell me that you got a good thing for me
'Cause I already got a good thing
I make
tonight
I'm gonna take you right by your side
And when I'm lookin' deep in your eyes
I'm gonna see that you're doing fine
'Cause I'll give you that good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
Everything just like it should
Tell me something i can't do
Always got my niggaz by my side i'm good
Always got
that concerns me
I confess I am good looking and there's nothing I can't do
I've been redeemed by precious blood
That washed me clean clear thru
I'm
Hey
Here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I got
bout now
Now wow skateboard P shit bling blaow
85 south, I’m finna pull up on you right now
Trae young shit when I shoot my shit ima knock that down
Woke up wit a freak in my bed
Woke up wit a blunt in my hand
Got a couple drugs up in here
Theres a couple dollaz by my head
Its a good good morning
Chill
This Trap On My Heart Be My Wife Until I go Die By My Side This Trap Be The Love Of My Life I'm Finna Go Far With The Fight
He Come On My Doorstep
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's a comin' home
I hope that she won't fail
Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You know I feel
Hol on this train goin' by
Pull up im sending that playa hater home
Slugs too thick they penetrate his dome
Fuck with the enemy you fuck with my bro
the Based God
I'm unfazed looking odd
Got so many guns like I'm boutta play COD
Semi automatic like a bey blade let it rip
What's a trae song without R-I-P
Hook: backwood
Rolled up,
Chillin by my lonesome(days)
( by my lonely ; waze keep rooting for me)
Im good by myself
If no body love me
(Keep em
candle light, turn off the lights
Oh, let's make love tonight
Love me by candle light, turn off the lights, baby
I'm caught in your passion
Nothin'
fist all cash like a cave man
Then spend it with the same hand
Tryin to see it all I don't stunt flex or ball
Keep your shade I'm under money trees catch
perfect)
Yes, I do wrong (yes, I do wrong)
I'm trying my best, but (trying my best, but)
It ain't good enough (just ain't good enough)
Shunned by
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
I'm still so good over you
I'm still so good over you
Even if I didn't have a dollar in the bank
Even if you were my only way
I'm still so good over you
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
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