
Letter to My Brother 41, Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter
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[Intro: Kyle Ricch]
Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo Meen, play that shit
Grahh
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Sippin' quickly forgot it was mud (Bitch)
I don't cry so I cope up with drugs (Like, damn)
Like, I don't know when my time gonna come
I'm at the bottom, back where I begun (Like, damn)
Feeling weak but I gotta be strong
Like, only feel love when I'm gone (When I'm gone)
Gon' pour me up, fuck all the pain
Like, with my tan I might 'oot like Deron ('oot like Deron)
[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Tata my brother, I love him for life
I don't care if he right or he wrong
I pop a pill, put the pain in my song
Sippin' Wock' 'cause I just want the pain to be gone (Grrah)
Roll a spliff when she gettin' me tight
Shit reducin' my feelings, I don't wanna fight
In thе booth with my 7/11
Pour Tris, mix it with Sprite
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
I'm by myself in the night
Likе, pop a 30 to give me some life (Bitch)
Please don't question the shit that I do
Nobody there for the battles I fight (Like, what?)
Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo Meen, play that shit
Grahh
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Sippin' quickly forgot it was mud (Bitch)
I don't cry so I cope up with drugs (Like, damn)
Like, I don't know when my time gonna come
I'm at the bottom, back where I begun (Like, damn)
Feeling weak but I gotta be strong
Like, only feel love when I'm gone (When I'm gone)
Gon' pour me up, fuck all the pain
Like, with my tan I might 'oot like Deron ('oot like Deron)
[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Tata my brother, I love him for life
I don't care if he right or he wrong
I pop a pill, put the pain in my song
Sippin' Wock' 'cause I just want the pain to be gone (Grrah)
Roll a spliff when she gettin' me tight
Shit reducin' my feelings, I don't wanna fight
In thе booth with my 7/11
Pour Tris, mix it with Sprite
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
I'm by myself in the night
Likе, pop a 30 to give me some life (Bitch)
Please don't question the shit that I do
Nobody there for the battles I fight (Like, what?)
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