YungPhew - Letter to Self Lyrics

Please hold me tight and let me write this letter
Talk to myself but that shit make me betta
I swear a lot of shit be on my mind
This conversation just me and the devil
Please hold me tight and let me write this letter
Talk to myself but that shit make me betta
I swear a lot of shit be on my mind
This conversation just me and the devil

Sit back and think about the time I remember we was riding
I seen my mama do some time
Man that shit der it was hell they took my uncle back to jail aint see em again
Since I was 12, you don't know how that shit feel
They took my dad he wasn't there aint his fault he wasn't der
But when I find out who did it to em they gone give me the chair
Look In my eyes you see my stare I aint worried bout nun else
Watch how I roll up all this pain and smoke this dope to fill my health
I'm from the gutta yea the slums I be really going dumb
I rap so fast it hurt my lungs this shit keep twisting up my tongue
These paper cuts keep hurting my thumb started getting all this money
Now I'm up lil bitch I won yung nigga but a don

Please hold me tight and let me write this letter
Talk to myself but that shit make me betta
I swear a lot of shit be on my mind
This conversation just me and the devil
Please hold me tight and let me write this letter
Talk to myself but that shit make me betta
I swear a lot of shit be on my mind
This conversation just me and the devil
Murder 1 why they take em way from me
I really cried I hate to see why they put long live next to E
Then f*cked round and lost my uncle man they know I love GG
I keep on me and I got it if its smoke you know I want it
I bet he never push up on me bout what I said cause he don't want it
No he don't want it
If you want smoke you know I'm on it ima keep on saying it cause I'm on
And I'll die bout my homies get these bands to feed my homie
I got these bands to feed my brudda cause I Neva had to struggle
I got these bands to feed my brudda got mama a new car
And my grandma out the gutta
I got these bands to feed my brudda got my mama out the gutta
And my grandma aint gone struggle yea
I got these bands to feed my brudda got my mama out the gutta
And my grandma aint gone struggle yea

Please hold me tight and let me write this letter
Talk to myself but that shit make me betta
I swear a lot of shit be on my mind
This conversation just me and the devil
Please hold me tight and let me write this letter
Talk to myself but that shit make me betta
I swear a lot of shit be on my mind
This conversation just me and the devil

And I be talking at the devil wid myself at the table it's just me and him
And aint nobody see me down there but I'm just trying keep myself from being under him