Представляем точный текст композиции "Dead Letter" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Royal Flush . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dead Letter» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Royal Flush передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Royal Flush - "Dead Letter"
Lyrics to Dead Letter : [Royal Flush] Dear Magic, how is livin life up there' Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer I sware, shit is really sink down here Pardon the wet spot, but thats a drop from my tear Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, hes still out here Plus your little brothers growin up, moms steady holdin up But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shits rough Plus I started rappin and such, and signed to Blunt Tryin to make it platinum and plus And even tried dust, put in handcuffs Member little John I snuffed, nigga startin to act to tough Caught him off guard and got bucked So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much [Chorus x2] And when you died they got the best of me I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me But now Im stuck between the evil and my destiny Its dedicated to my niggas, thats rest in peace [Royal Flush] Im constantly thinkin bout your presence We used to bustin weapons and cursin out reverend We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven Rollin dice was heaven, started fuckin grown women Drivin cars is tinted, if its beef we all in it Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin and bented Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision Is it you Im really missin, I turn my head when no ones listenin The last words you said "Tell Uni that Im whistlin" [Chorus x2] [Royal Flush] P.S., Ive been writin you, since you left Never understand why you wasnt wearin a vest But for you, its God bless, take it off your chest I guess its all a test, smokin mad weed for the stress Put my A-alike to rest, Im gonna stay here and live life up to best You got my pictures yet' Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin mad Moet That Carnel shit, if you aint got them, I send some more flicks So right me back quick cuz soon or later Ill be wit you smokin mad spliffs Plus I got a headache and my hands startin to slip I miss you so much, I cant deal wit this shit [Chorus x4] [ Dead Letter Lyrics ]
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