Текст песни A Letter from the Past - Tvbuu

I'm standing outside, Soaking in the rain,
Can never tell my expression, All I feel is pain,
I'm sick of getting played when I always keep it real,
I'm tired of losing friends, Who always swear they real,
I kick my feet my feet up, While I'm sitting on the edge,
I use my telescope, So I can see what's ahead, Pulling out my pencil,
Just releasing hot lead, Drink another bottle, Then relax on the bed,
Power, If there ever was a such thing to have it,
I'll reach through this muthafuckin and grab it, And stab it,
In the middle of all the faces, And races, The hot girl in the class,
With the fucked up teeth and braces, The places I wanna go,
I wanna see, The bitches I wanna fuck, I wanna meet, As time goes on,
I seem to stare at the clock, And as the world moves on,
I seem to sit back and watch,
Look for the light at the end of the tunnel,
My worlds spiraling down into a dark funnel, Next episode,
You can watch me go, Believe I'm chasing dreams,
We don't know where time will go, Friends come and go,
Life lives then leaves, So I've mastered this pen and pad art,
With ease, Standing in the wind, While I try to catch the breeze,
If you're stealing all my air,
Then how the fuck do I breathe,

Man this shit has got me stressed the fuck out) Shits stressing me
Out, Reverse the aim and put this muthafuckin gun in my mouth,
Pull the trigger so these bitches couldn't figure me out,
Cause everyday feels like I'm being followed by
Clouds, Yo,

You never heard of me?
Today I bet you will,
Bout to strip your ass naked like a banana with no peel,
I won't stop rapping until I finally see defeat, Then shatter my body,
Till I can't stand back on my feet,

And I've got stories to tell about people I've lost,
Wrong place the wrong time, And now he paid the cost,
A community lost, A whole family hurt, Because a bitch nigga,
Put a real nigga in the dirt, I've got scars on my brain,
From how hard I've been working, Been writing so long,
That my fingers are just hurting, It's worth it, But one day I hope,
That all of my work, Won't be taken as a joke, And whenever I'm gone,
And come back as a ghost, I want my music to be loved by the most,
And the present time slayer, Shitting on tracks as hard as I can,
Then whenever I'm done, I wipe my ass with my hand,
And give you all the shit that I ever had to give,
Only thing I ever really wanna do is live, Break away from lies,
And destroy all the fibs,
A legend in the making is exactly what I is muthafucka, Yeah, Yeah,
Yeah, Shits got me stressed the fuck out,
Reverse the aim and put this muthafuckin gun in my mouth,
Pull the trigger so these bitches couldn't figure me out,
Cause everyday feels like I'm being followed by clouds, Yo,