Dear baby, how you doing?
It's me, I used to chat shit but now I
MC
Like I said at the end of the century,
shit always turns out how it's meant to be
And to be honest,
I'm really sorry we lost touch
Cause I can barely remember the feeling
that last touch was hardly fitting
It was a horrible tribute, one big family,
Rocky,
Billy,
Emily
Yellow
Pope sucks,
and your mum's fuck's fucked
And you're budging, the bathroom,
the front room, the back room, the back soon
You giggle somewhere in
the middle of an overseas
T -shirt, neckband,
T -fart
We flirt forever in a day
We go from weeping over poetry to you not
knowing me an d me not knowing you
Unless you remember that time
you had your sister
Bouncing up and down on your belly
We was watching telly
Friday, top of the pot, sip of the box
Factory
Speeding,
thinking about cuts and
Breastfeeding, not what you're needing
Not me bleeding,
can't help grieving
Unbelieving, heaving
Leave it, even though,
even go
Yo
I should've cut you in the face
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you barely to saint dream
I mean, I didn't mean to lie
I should've cut you in the face
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you barely to saint dream
I mean, I didn't mean to
lie
Are you a smile flickering, nausea,
heartbeat clicking, and look away, cause I did
You saw a random ear flit,
cause of all the things that we fought and we did
And a kid, or two, got lost along the way,
back in the day, when I used to pray
And we slay, domestic violence by the razor,
what the fuck you doing with those scissors?
I called you my missus,
told you a cunt and a psycho
But you always knew and you've
been lied to and I never
You should've gotten it on tape,
maybe then I'd have believed you
When you said you'd got raped,
faith, hope, your mum
Well all that got him in, it cut him in,
it cut out a health
I said health, it was never the issue
Pass me the tissue, I'm not lying,
I'm not crying and I don't wish
should've cut you in the face
I could've looked you in the eye
I told you barely the same dream
I mean I didn't mean to lie
I should've cut you in the face
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you barely the same dream
I mean, I didn't mean to lie
Hi ladies!
I hope you're all doing fine
Emily, you'll be happy that I'm not doing
time and I'm not doing crime
Emily, I miss you, I hope you're still with
Chris
Suebeth, I'm glad I met you, hope you threw away
that letter and somebody said it to your son
Are you happy, is your chucking up done?
Sop
Miranda, what words are bangin'?
Frank
Sione for the holiday,
sorry about the blood and hate
Azaday, that was some fucked
up shit that we went through
And I admit,
I was a prick about this festival
Typical tacticalist,
no wonder you went spastic
I had a message from a
festival in your list
Thanks for everything you helped
me grow
The fucker've introduced me to acid,
that's it
I'm done with this tune,
I'd apologize to every single one of you, but there isn't enough room
I should have cut you in the face,
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you barely the same dream,
I mean I didn't mean to lie
I should have cut you in the face,
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you barely the same dream,
I mean I didn't mean to lie
I should have cut you in the face,
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you badly this ain't dream,
I mean I didn't mean to lie
Should've cut you in the face,
I couldn't look you in the eye
I told you badly this ain't dream,
I mean I didn't mean to lie