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[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