voices from my head Is it too soon because.. Remember when I told you that we couldn't work it out? Remember when I told you all about these stupid doubts? Well I wrote 1000 letters
a day like today? We passed the time away? Writing love letters in the sand?. How you laughed?when I cried? Each time I saw the tide? Take our love letters
I was thinkin' about her, visiting the past Reconstructing details with old photographs I was studyin' the faces with an objective point of view Suddenly
Good lovin' ain't easy Good lovin' ain't easy Good lovin' ain't easy to come by Oh, darlin', not the kind you offer me It's just the love to be found
Te acuerdas de mi No soy mas que el mismo flaco de siempre Con un conato de panza Que me esta haciendo lucir Como luce una soga Cuando en medio tiene
dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin' Paper dat would make take dem photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20
on your shorty I ain't open that damn block for the fame and the glory I was hoping to Jamrock's like Damien Marley Ayo, I'm living better, second letter
Bee bomp a chonk a donk bim bang boo An open letter to the snotty barista At the Coffee Bean on San Vicente Boulevard: I know there were 20 people behind
Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream Standing on the shoulders of 20,000 fiends Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters
all up in your cherry tree Then that'll be the day, that you'll lose your mind Just spending time writing letters in a cell doing 20 to life Misery
m a chain smoker Stuck to the flame poker I'm hot Keep the party goin', don't stop New shoes, thrifty Bill Cosby sweater Drinkin' out the keg no greek frat letters
space ship spinning round and round We're in it together, we can make it better Don't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter
Lookin' at my car yeah that's Gorilla Zoe Sittin' up high, beatin' down low 502's, ready set go Gorilla 'round my neck, gorilla in the trunk 20 on my
ain't call me?) You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang (Why you ain't) This ain't no hate mail, this a love letter I love
out Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight These songs to do wrong so fuck being right Late nite hype's the fiends Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
Person To Person 2:20 Little Willie John (Singleton, McRae) Recorded Jun 13, 1957 King Single #5091 With Kelly Owens-piano, Skeeter Best-guitar, Carl
