paroles de chanson Kites - Sycosis

Threw away your love letters
I, thought it make me feel better
I, finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head ooh
Threw away your love letters
I, thought it make me feel better
I, finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head ooh

60 cent for this stamped envelope
Off of commissary
50 cent for this pen
70 cents for this paper
I hope bro will do this favor and spot me later
Hit me with $1.80
To write my lady about my baby
And ask for pictures
He's almost 2 now
I been here 3 calendars
Failed all the challenges
One was supposed to pass
Didn't come close to class
Funny it's all adding up
Sooner than later
Wounds will get greater
Pains will get deeper
My celly a preacher
My mind full of creatures
Dreams and nightmares
No bond like Meek Mill
I'm scared to sleep still
I'm spent off 3 pills
We call em Nu Nu's
Don't f with new dudes
You talk too much
We roll yo ass for fun
A honey bun
Maybe a pack of noodles
So call a white shirt
I hope my wife work
Any other day besides visitation
My situation is litigation
I sit impatient at these years I'm facing
I'm nervous pacing
Pull out my only picture of my son Jason
Kiss his face and I'm gone

Threw away your love letters
I, thought it make me feel better
I, finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head ooh
Threw away your love letters
I, thought it make me feel better
I, finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head ooh

$27.01 for this Quran
Inshallah we meet again
On the other side of the storm
See I'm bound by shackles and fences
In my physical form, yet my
Spirit is free what you seek is inside you son
Much I've learned, much I've lost
It's been a long time at a cost
Forgave myself and all my flaws
Then pulled me down off of that cross
Accepted my fate 60 years in the state
With diner trays and paper plates
Getting colder and older
It's like grey hairs froze in my face
All these years I've been silent
But now your moms say you wildin
16 and acting violent, who else can I blame but me
For talking tough a lot, talking tough as Pac
Talking f an OP, and plus they sucker block
Will get you shot and stuffed in box
Listen Jason I'm begging
Please don't go down this road
I know I've made my mistakes
But hoping you learn from those
I know I shoulda been there
But still I love you no doubt
Just pull me out when you need me
I'm locking up for the count

Threw away your love letters
I, thought it make me feel better
I, finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head ooh
Threw away your love letters
I, thought it make me feel better
I, finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head ooh

$10 for my last phone card before they ban them
Left a voicemail to say I'm sorry hope you understanding
$39.88 for these pair of tennis shoes
I only need the strings I'm hearing things
But I'm a bit confused
The news said that 19 year old Jason
Was at the club as a patron
Got into an altercation
Shots fired and patient
Probably wouldn't make it
So now these strings around my neck
No disrespect I couldn't face it goodbye