Dead Letter-Royal Flush

歌手 : Royal Flush

专辑 : Ghetto Millionaire

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:01

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TXT Dead Letter-Royal Flush 文本歌词

Dear Magic, how is livin life up there?

Is it the same thing, people smoke w**d and drink beer

I sware, sh*t is really sink down here

Pardon the wet spot, but that's a drop from my tear

Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he's still out here

Plus your little brother's growin up, mom's steady holdin up

But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, sh*t's rough

Plus I started rappin and such, and signed to Blunt

Tryin to make it platinum and plus

And even tried dust, put in handcuffs

'Member little John I snuffed, ni**a startin to act to tough

Caught him off guard and got bucked

So when he get up there, get his stupid a** touch

So one love, ni**a, know that I miss you much

And when you died they got the best of me

I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me

But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny

It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace

I'm constantly thinkin bout your presence

We used to bustin weapons and cursin out reverend

We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven

Rollin dice was heaven, started f**kin grown women

Drivin cars is tinted, if it's beef we all in it

Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin and bented

Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute

Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision

Is it you I'm really missin, I turn my head when no one's listenin

The last words you said "Tell Uni that I'm whistlin"

P.S., I've been writin you, since you left

Never understand why you wasn't wearin a vest

But for you, it's God bless, take it off your chest

I guess it's all a test, smokin mad w**d for the stress

Put my A-alike to rest, I'm gonna stay here and live life up to best

You got my pictures yet? Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin mad Moet

That Carnel sh*t, if you ain't got them, I send some more flicks

So right me back quick

Cuz soon or later i'll be wit you smokin mad spliffs

Plus I got a headache and my hands startin to slip

I miss you so much, I can't deal wit this sh*t