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Utwór: Dead letter

  • wykonawca: Royal Flush
  • wyświetleń: 794


     [Royal Flush]
  Dear Magic, how is livin life up there?
  Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer
  I sware, shit is really sink down here
  Pardon the wet spot, but that's a drop from my tear
  Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he's still out here
  Plus your little brother's growin up, mom's steady holdin up
  But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shit's rough
  Plus I started rappin and such, and signed to Blunt
  Tryin to make it platinum and plus
  And even tried dust, put in handcuffs
  'Member little John I snuffed, nigga startin to act to tough
  Caught him off guard and got bucked
  So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch
  So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  And when you died they got the best of me
  I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
  But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
  It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace
  
  [Royal Flush]
  I'm constantly thinkin bout your presence
  We used to bustin weapons and cursin out reverend
  We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven
  Rollin dice was heaven, started fuckin grown women
  Drivin cars is tinted, if it's beef we all in it
  Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin and bented
  Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute
  Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision
  Is it you I'm really missin, I turn my head when no one's listenin
  The last words you said "Tell Uni that I'm whistlin"
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Royal Flush]
  P.S., I've been writin you, since you left
  Never understand why you wasn't wearin a vest
  But for you, it's God bless, take it off your chest
  I guess it's all a test, smokin mad weed for the stress
  Put my A-alike to rest, I'm gonna stay here and live life up to best
  You got my pictures yet? Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin mad Moet
  That Carnel shit, if you ain't got them, I send some more flicks
  So right me back quick
  cuz soon or later I'll be wit you smokin mad spliffs
  Plus I got a headache and my hands startin to slip
  I miss you so much, I can't deal wit this shit
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  

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