[Chorus: Dido]
My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
These clowns (That's what separate me from the rest of y'all)
Fuckin' cowards
This old ass shit
'Cause I'm making music for me not for you, nigga
I spit it from my heart, listen
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Dear Kannon
I'm sending you this letter
'Cause I see how you moving, dog
You can be doing better (Doing better)
Acting like you 17, spinning and blowing cheddar
Fronting like you don't know no better
But I know you better (I know you better)
Than you do
So I'm sending you this kite
'Cause you losing your swagger, homie, even on the mic
You fell back to let Kutter and Benny get the light
That's aight
But I still don't hear that pain that you recite
I hear it in you
You don't even feel your shit is nice
Criticizing your bars, questioning if it's precise
And it is
But it's like you ain't believing in yourself
Your flow saved these niggas, man, their beats needed your help
But I'ma keep it real
The skills ain't diminishing
But the homies can agree, you should pick up your pen again
'Cause you running in the streets, wilding out, choking bitches
Holdin' biscuits
What, you tryna go back to prison?
I hope you listen to the shit that's in the letter
Just fall back, dog, and get your cheddar
You the greatest ever (The greatest ever)
And you got a lot of projects out
But Kay Slay' Who Want Work
Solidified you the hottest out
Go back to writing, king, you had a lot to jot about (To jot about)
More than the guns and how them shells poppin' out (Poppin' out)
Just holla back at your boy when you get this letter
Remember you the greatest ever (The greatest ever)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Dido]
My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Dear self, I got a lot to say
Any other day, I would appreciate the concern but not today
My bitch on her way
But I'm replying to your kite
I read this shit while I was getting high, yeah, you right
I ain't right
But wait
Man, let me plead my case
I choked that bitch 'cause she was talking greasy in my face
And the reason why you see me with this heater on my waist
'Cause I don't like to fight, I squeeze and he'll be erased
I hear the homies telling me I need to just be writing
But let me explain to you the reason I ain't writing
I feel like, I be going backwards in the lab
If I go back to chickenscratching in my pad
I'm practicing my craft
It's like I wanna master it so bad
I love to battle, love to see him forget his raps and I'd just laugh (Haha)
Well, homie, that's my bitch, I gotta go pay for this cab
I had some more to say but, shit, I gotta go get this ass
One
[Outro: Dido]
My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
