Audio Push - Letter2U lyrics

[Audio Push - Letter2U lyrics]

How do the good girls go bad?
Do we blame the ex-nigga or the dad?
Or do we blame the next nigga? Like an ass
Saying everything you like for a night
Then he hit it, out of sight
Or do we blame the girl that
Don't know how to listen?
The one that got hurt, lied
And says she forgives him
Then he work his ass off to
See that she don't trust him
And he becomes an ex because he
Sees that she don't love him
Ain't no love without trust and we know that
That's fact nobody wants a hundred texts
Asking "Where you at?"
You working and you cooking up 'cause
That's gon' get us rich
Hit's a switch it turns a good
Women to a bitter bitch
There were nights that I wanted
To die and nobody called
I forgot that love hurts every time you fall
I wonder if you even think
About this shit at all
Fuck a fourth bar it don't even matter
You shattered my soul, I admit it it's cold
Even though we get older
Feeling never gets old
I guess that's just a letter to
You I wrote it in bold
You'll probably never hear this shit
But I gotta let go
I hope you know I love you
No matter how far I am
I'm always thinkin' of you
Shit, how we get this far apart?
I guess I'll never know
'Cause you got too much pride
To let emotion ever show
One day you'll let it go
'Til then I don't wanna be the
One that watch you self-destruct
And I'd be lying if I say
That I didn't give a fuck
So I just pray for you, yup
Even when it hurts
Still at 5: 30 am before you go to work
That kinda love stupid, that kinda love
That take-care-of you-after rap kinda love
"My-girl-calling-bro-I'll-hit you back"
Kinda love not the bullshit the guys you're
Thinking 'bout remind you of remember that
I hope you'll always remember that
You took this shit for granted
You can't get it back
I'ma pull up in that black and
You can't get it back yeah, like that

Thinking 'bout waking up to scrambled
Eggs and turkey bacon grease
Kirk Franklin on full-blast
My granny making me
Clear the table, take the trash out
Them was her basic needs
And basically, I was glad to fufill 'em
I guess it's just a letter to you
I'm missing your soul
Missing you wanting a sip of brew so
I got sent to the store
Family trips and barbecue chicken
Or we go fishing but, if the cash was up we
On them late casino missions
I'm on the craps, you was on the slots
I got hit for my cash
You give me another knot, real nigga
Your heart had nothing but love in it
I miss your birthday cards with
Them two doves in it
Miss you telling me not to let
My anger take me over
Or to never quit rapping cause one
Day I'll take it over
Want you to know I finally
Got John on payroll and Lee Lee had to move
Again but she okay though
And me and wifey straight
She whipping up alfredo
It his us all pretty hard but
We taking the day slow
We gon't be straight though
Just writing this letter got all
Of my thoughts clouded
But these beats and this mic
Is my only outlet
School closed from the Cabazon Outlets
So nostalgic
You said I'm a king and don't doubt it
I'ma make you the proudest

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