PriceTag - Letter2U lyrics
[Verse 1: Oktane] How do the good girls go bad ? Do we blame the ex-n***a or the dad ? Or do we blame the next n***a? Like an a** Saying everythin 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 a** 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 Hits a switch and turn a good women to a bitter b**h There were nights I wanted to die and nobody called I forgot that love hurts every time you fall One day if you even think about this sh** at all f** 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 sh** but I gotta let go I hope you know I love you No matter how far I am, I'm always thinkin' of you sh**, 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 don't give a f** 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 Now-take-care-of-you-after-rap kinda love "My-girl-calling-bro-I'll-hit-you-back" kinda love Not the bullsh** the guys you're thinking 'bout remind you of Remember that I hope you'll always remember that You took this sh** 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 [Verse 2 : Price] 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 n***a 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