LETTERS

How do you just let go of someone who is so important to you?

Like... you love the person and can't see yourself without them.

 

(Starts at 0:11)

- Chorus -

 

You ever write a letter that you never plan to send?

Like you writing to that person just to get it out your head?

But everytime your with 'em, all you do is want to hold 'em, but you can't cause everything you start to love is dead

I know how it feels to pour it all out for a person

Let 'em in your heart, no knocking at the door, just let 'em in

But once they are inside you start to feel the mistakes building up until the only thing you can do is let them win

 

(Starts at 0:34)

- Verse 1 -

 

Rapping off beat, I got a problem with my rhythm

I was sitting on a throne watching over all of my kingdom

Popping drugs into my stomach just to feel numb, but the pain inside keeps eating at me like a venom

Knife to the back with your words, doesn't matter cause I cheated on you once, maybe twice before

all of this happened in a blur but we got too much 'bacco to the face to believe when you said I'm a whore

 

Maybe I should call you the same, heard you did the same thing

Guess that happens with long-distance, I still even have your ring

Never promise bitches shit, unless the ten toes in the spring

and the winter, other seasons matter, stay for everything

But they don't sometimes, so the pain settles in

And everything you did was for nothing, you still get labeled by all the sin

Sinks in, to hell you go, but I trained sipping gin

Lean pouring down the neck of the bottle, onto the devil's chin

 

(Starts at 1:19)

 

I find the devil pretty though, I stare into her eyes

On my demon shit now, guess it wasn't a surprise

I suffocate in her embrace, I'm gripping on her thighs

Now everything I do has me laying down, dead skies

 

Did you hear disguise, guess I'm slurring all my words

Guess that's what happens when you mix Xanax with the percs

I wrote songs for so long, Trippie Redd when love hurts

I hold myself in high regards, I live up to my early works

 

(Starts at 1:30)

- Chorus -

 

You ever write a letter that you never plan to send?

Like you writing to that person just to get it out your head?

But everytime your with 'em, all you do is want to hold 'em, but you can't cause everything you start to love is dead

I know how it feels to pour it all out for a person

Let 'em in your heart, no knocking at the door, just let 'em in

But once they are inside you start to feel the mistakes building up until the only thing you can do is let them win

 

(Starts at 1:51)

- Verse 2 -

 

I heard third times the charm, but the second hurts the worst

Guess that's why I was crying when I wrote the second verse

I had to let it all out onto songs when I felt it because if I didn't I would've ended up only feeling worse

666 is the number tattooed on my hands, oops

read it upside-down, 999 I'm making moves

Juice WRLD inspiration, but my mother disapproves

"Why you writing songs, you'll never make it" don't know the rules

You write for the people, cause the one person out there needs to hear your songs so they don't drop their neck into a noose

Dark and gorey on the beat, whole song written in only 8 minutes, damn near freestyled it, thats the truth

I got thoughts inside my mind like domestic, it's abuse

And my plug hooked me up, he contributes to my misuse

I never would've made it without them, I had no excuse

I was walking through the valley of death, but I refuse

 

To just sit down and die, yah the devil wants my soul

I was only 13 when I was threatened with life without parole