paroles de chanson Letter to Cane - Lil Wxrd

In my feelings again, we just took a big loss
Shit im due for a win
They took my big brother life made my lil sister cry
Shot a nigga once before & ill do it again
Still being shakey around commitment
Me and mommy talk im tryna keep it consistent
Baby momma trippin just tryna get her to listen
She fuckin around wit opps, that decision is still conflictin

Meanwhile hashed that shit out wit 17
Wasn't a beef but whatever was in between
When shit u think u seen aint exactly what it seems
Whats solid never folds, lets focus on this dream
Lets focus on this dream, & Handi just came home
Got a 30 in my jeans, no more playin nice guy tryna show them what I mean

Shared slumber & diner wit fiends
Like I got it confused wit the word friends
I want niggas to party for me when my world end
And dont let me my bm come in there like she was girlfriend
I certainly certain, that i can survive around the serpents
In the telly get sluprin from bitches that was curvin
Think I found my meanin, open up a few doors, just so i can let my team in
You see the way my demins tucked in my constructs, I got that from Keanan
Might cut a nigga in some skinnys, im very misleading

Baby fathers subbin me but we know he didnt mean it
Ill take ya bitch to bed for it, then i drop her at Lehman
Im on some other shit, fuck ya baby mother shit
And if she aint my wifey then fuck her, i dont love her shit

Im stackin, King of shit like im from Akron
Gotta let these feelings out they, Im Packed in
Member spinnin blocks in bread impala, wit niggas lapped in
Jumpin out on niggas that jumped me, im whats happenin
Bitch you broke my heart, all that love shits in the casket
Just motivated me to go harder wit all this rap shit
But its all good, it is what it is, not what it might be
Knew that I would lose you disrespected you gotta fight me
Turning down a fight where im from less then likely
I got kids lookin up to me tryna be just like me

Rob im sorry tryna make you go steal that phone
Grandma I'm, sorry for lettin murderers in ya home
Pop im sorry for the times when I aint answer my phone
Cane im sorry but i promise you wont lay up alone

Im growin wit time from all of the time i spent on my own
12 minutes calls wit Capes, feel him smile thru the phone
My job aint never complete tho, Uncle Daddy & brother
I'm building for Noah Niyah & Nikko

Im all alone now, I cant put the phone down
Till I tell you i love you
Cuz I don't know if ill ever see your face again
Feel like I been runnin in place again
Loss after loss i cant take a win
I just cant cry no more, Can't look in eyes no more