[Chorus: Don Toliver]
It's a love letter
It's some things that I do but I won't say I do
You should get to know me better
But it's way too many things that I put you through
She left her heels at my house, she think she's Cinderella
She braid my hair and rub my back, and roll my cigarillo
And she don't know about that pain so I can never feel her
I let that Codeine, sit in rain until I hit that pillow
[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Lord, Jesus, I got a new thesis
To go and get that bag and stay back all season
Eyes red like the red-eyed demon
I'm in two lanes, know the hell that I'm speedin'
I missed your call like, "What you doin' this evenin'?"
No lease or get back the blood that I'm bleedin'
I guess your learned for those times I gave you lessons
I'ma keep you in my life and I'ma treat you like a blessing
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
It's a love letter
It's some things that I do but I won't say I do
You should get to know me better
But it's way too many things that I put you through
She left her heels at my house, she think she's Cinderella
She braid my hair and rub my back, and roll my cigarillo
And she don't know about that pain so I can never feel her
I let that Codeine, sit in rain until I hit that pillow
It's a love letter
It's some things that I do but I won't say I do
You should get to know me better
But it's way too many things that I put you through
She left her heels at my house, she think she's Cinderella
She braid my hair and rub my back, and roll my cigarillo
And she don't know about that pain so I can never feel her
I let that Codeine, sit in rain until I hit that pillow
[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Lord, Jesus, I got a new thesis
To go and get that bag and stay back all season
Eyes red like the red-eyed demon
I'm in two lanes, know the hell that I'm speedin'
I missed your call like, "What you doin' this evenin'?"
No lease or get back the blood that I'm bleedin'
I guess your learned for those times I gave you lessons
I'ma keep you in my life and I'ma treat you like a blessing
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
It's a love letter
It's some things that I do but I won't say I do
You should get to know me better
But it's way too many things that I put you through
She left her heels at my house, she think she's Cinderella
She braid my hair and rub my back, and roll my cigarillo
And she don't know about that pain so I can never feel her
I let that Codeine, sit in rain until I hit that pillow
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