Lyrics A Letter to You - Arz

Keep your head up
I help you when you're down
I pull up if your fed up
Your ex man he a clown
He ain't get no Cheddar
And whenever you're home,
Just call my phone and you'll be better

Slap that bruk that
Then bruk it again (Huh)
Wait man said that already (I did)
Two times then you feel it in your belly
Fuck when you put Netflix on the telle (Yeh)
Date night and I'm ringing your cellie
You're doing your hair,
And I know you ain't ready (You're not)
Mans touching all of the right places,
And your legs then feel like jelly (Yeh)
Taking them pics in a backseat (Huh)
Spilt bare henney in her mat-seat (Okay)
Talking babies tryna trap me
Hit from the front and your legs turn bambi (Can't hack it)
Know me self made in the bits
I'm rubbin' her thighs while she play with my twists (Twist)
I'm made for this shit (I am)
4L we ain't changing a bit

I might wright you a letter (Write you a letter)
Keep your head up (Keep your head up)
I help you when you're down (Your down, when You're down)
I pull up if your fed up (Pull up)
Your ex man a clown (Jokeman)
He ain't get no Cheddar (Nah)
And whenever you're home just call my phone,
And you'll be better (You'll be better)
I might wright you a letter (Write you a letter)
Keep your head up (Keep your head up)
I help you when you're down (Your down, when You're down)
I pull up if your fed up (Pull up)
Your ex man a clown (Jokeman)
He ain't get no Cheddar (Nah)
And whenever you're home just call my phone,
And you'll be better (Better, be better, for real)

Now I got you rearranged in your nicks
Look in my eyes while I blaze on a spliff
Please don't change on a kid,
Done have that man that changed on a kid
I might serenade my bitch play my songs while I play with her-
You spilt lemonade on your tits
I know that you tell your mates bout the dick
Text it, taking a pic man flex it
Chess it man I congest it
She tryna tap out, I ain't showing you the best bit
I put my right hand placed behind your neckless
It's tempting, sex being next ting
Better than last and all of your ex tings,
Let me show you some affection
Huh, let me show you, Netflix inside then we hit up Nobu
Talking rounds like I'm go to, you're my go to,
But my last ting old news
Yeh, my last ting nuttin',
I'm round the corner and now she's rushing
I told her I'm liking lashe,
She took a pic and her face start blushing
Later we fucking, tugging
Sweet boy still tuggin'
She told me she loving my music,
And that other boy dere sounding like rubbish
She's liking the jeet, I hit that at 90 degrees
We fucked in the morning, you know that's the time-

I might wright you a letter
Keep your head up
I help you when you're down
I pull up if your fed up
Your ex man a clown
He ain't get no Cheddar
And whenever you're home,
Just call my phone and you'll be better
I might wright you a letter
Keep your head up
I help you when you're down
I pull up if your fed up
Your ex man a clown
He ain't get no Cheddar
And whenever you're home,
Just call my phone and you'll be better