
The Letter Foxy Brown (Ft. Ronald Isley)
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[Intro: Ron Isley]
This is a letter from Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Dear Mommy, I apologize
I know it's because of me that your life is traumatized
And it's 'cause of me that at times you wanna die
But you was always there when your little Na Na cried
And when the media said Foxy's ill
You was there when this fame almost got me killed
When I was in the hospital, could not be still
Only you knew the reasons why I popped these pills
And to my friends, I love them and I know they care
But, time after time, you was always there
When I did the Vibe cover holdin' my crotch
I was wailin' while you prayed for me hopin' I'll stop
Sorry for the times I didn't tell the truth
And I'm sorry for the times that I yelled at you
I love you mommy, I'm sorry that's happened
Please pass the letter to Gavin
[Chorus: Ron Isley & Foxy Brown]
This is a letter (shimering) from Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby (memories)
(Gainst all odds)
Ah yea, oh, oh, oh, yea (listening)
(Uh, in the studio gettin' blow)
So many memories (memories)
This is a letter from Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Dear Mommy, I apologize
I know it's because of me that your life is traumatized
And it's 'cause of me that at times you wanna die
But you was always there when your little Na Na cried
And when the media said Foxy's ill
You was there when this fame almost got me killed
When I was in the hospital, could not be still
Only you knew the reasons why I popped these pills
And to my friends, I love them and I know they care
But, time after time, you was always there
When I did the Vibe cover holdin' my crotch
I was wailin' while you prayed for me hopin' I'll stop
Sorry for the times I didn't tell the truth
And I'm sorry for the times that I yelled at you
I love you mommy, I'm sorry that's happened
Please pass the letter to Gavin
[Chorus: Ron Isley & Foxy Brown]
This is a letter (shimering) from Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby (memories)
(Gainst all odds)
Ah yea, oh, oh, oh, yea (listening)
(Uh, in the studio gettin' blow)
So many memories (memories)
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