Josh Breezzyy - Letter, Pt. 2 lyrics
[Josh Breezzyy - Letter, Pt. 2 lyrics]
I'll bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex
These days are getting harder by the weekend
Man where's the help that I am seeking?
I'm tortured just by these demons they begin
Yeah, they begin to take control of me
Well I'm beginning to lose control of me
Will she love me? Or just let me die?
Is that look that's in her eyes for you?
Or maybe it's for I
Will my kids know they father?
Or miss him like I did mine
I really feel that Ima die a living legend
Just a myth that's unheard
Gone like the mist of this earth
Missed but unheard evolving creature
With the wind at his back
Tryna find the light in his dark in the back
His mind a closet
But it's just filled with these raps
A tortured soul a blank canvas
A paintbrush is lacked a vision
That's so obscene
That the scene just isn't pictured
But his thoughts a scattered mess
On the screen
He seems so centered (So centered)
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
You would've thought, fuck
(bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex, Run it back)
A puzzle with missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
Your thought, that he should end it fuck
(bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex)
His thoughts a scattered mess on the screen
He seems so centered
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions a pop
His thoughts a scattered mess on the screen
He seems so centered
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions ya pop
Has seen his limit's them vikes?
They have no limit's ya thoughts?
That you should end it are are put on hold
Til you're reinvented
Ah fuck it
(bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex)
You're loving sex
These days are getting harder by the weekend
Man where's the help that I am seeking?
I'm tortured just by these demons they begin
Yeah, they begin to take control of me
Well I'm beginning to lose control of me
Will she love me? Or just let me die?
Is that look that's in her eyes for you?
Or maybe it's for I
Will my kids know they father?
Or miss him like I did mine
I really feel that Ima die a living legend
Just a myth that's unheard
Gone like the mist of this earth
Missed but unheard evolving creature
With the wind at his back
Tryna find the light in his dark in the back
His mind a closet
But it's just filled with these raps
A tortured soul a blank canvas
A paintbrush is lacked a vision
That's so obscene
That the scene just isn't pictured
But his thoughts a scattered mess
On the screen
He seems so centered (So centered)
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
You would've thought, fuck
(bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex, Run it back)
A puzzle with missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
Your thought, that he should end it fuck
(bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex)
His thoughts a scattered mess on the screen
He seems so centered
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions a pop
His thoughts a scattered mess on the screen
He seems so centered
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions ya pop
Has seen his limit's them vikes?
They have no limit's ya thoughts?
That you should end it are are put on hold
Til you're reinvented
Ah fuck it
(bite your soul and you'll like it
You're loving sex)