Letter, Pt. 2 Josh Breezzyy

(Heart monitor beeping)

[Intro: Shiloh Dynasty] (x4)
I'll bite your soul
And you'll like it
You're loving sex

[Verse]
These days are getting harder by the weekend
Man
Where's the help that I am seeking?
I'm tortured just by these demons
They begin
Yeah, they begin to take control of me
Well I'm beginning to lose control of me
Will she love me?
Or just let me die?
Is that look that's in her eyes
For you?
Or maybe
It's for I
Will my
Kids know they father?
Or miss him like I did mine
I really feel that Ima die...
A living legend
Just a myth that's unheard
Gone like the mist of this earth
Missed but unheard
Evolving creature
With the wind at his back
Tryna find the light in his dark
In the back
His mind a closet
But it's just filled with these raps
A tortured soul
A blank canvas
A paintbrush is lacked
A vision;
That's so obscene
That the scene just isn't pictured
But his thoughts a scattered mess
On the screen
He seems so centered (So centered)
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
You would've thought, fuck
(bite your soul and you'll like it, you're loving sex)
(Run it back)
A puzzle with missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
Your thought, that he should end it
Fuck...
(bite your soul and you'll like it, you're loving sex)
His thoughts a scattered mess
On the screen
He seems so centered
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
A pop
(Sigh)
His thoughts a scattered mess
On the screen
He seems so centered
A puzzle that's missing pieces
A genius with broken fingers
A monster thats seen his minions
Ya pop
Has seen his limits
Them vikes?
They have no limits
Ya thoughts?
That you should end it are
Are put on hold
Til you're reinvented
(Sigh)
Ah fuck it...
(bite your soul and you'll like it, you're loving sex)