letter to u

(Lets go!)

I'm on the back of the bus

With a big bag of the kush

You want smoke, then smoke with us

Pullin' up like what's the sus

Sick of beatin' round the bush

Sick of beatin' round the bush

I'm sick of beatin

(Love you)

Baby girl tell me if its love

I've been spendin' all my money on some Christian Dior gloves

Yeah, I know I'm fuckin' up

Soar above me like a dove

You got this image of me and I'm tryna' fit it like a glove

Hope you think I'm doin' well

I don't know what's gonna happen, baby, only time will tell

Waitin' at the damn hotel for my, my mademoiselle

You got me in my room writin' love songs like I'm Adele

Try to put you in Chanel, but you're not materiel

I'm on the back of the bus

With a big bag of the kush

You want smoke, then smoke with us

Pullin' up like what's the sus

Sick of beatin' round the bush

Sick of beatin' round the bush

I'm sick of beatin

(Huh)

Yeah, you caught me in a lie

Hey, and it's not hard to tell, baby, girl, that I'm the guy' for ya

I know you don't get it

but it's better if I lie to you

And I know you don't like it, but I promise you it's right for you

I wish you could see, how much you mean to me

I'ma take you Bora Bora, we take in the scenery

And I left last night, yeah

But it doesn't matter, cos' we work together

We're like some damn machinery

I'm just tryna let you know

When you're front row at the show

Look in your eyes

And I just wanna keep goin

There's no surprise when I look into your soul

I see a successful woman with a fuck load of dough

(With a fuck load-)

I'm on the back of the bus

With a big bag of the kush

You want smoke, then smoke with us

Pullin' up like what's the sus

Sick of beatin' round the bush

Sick of beatin' round the bush

I'm sick of beatin