Letter To Db (Growing Pains Remix) Lyrics

Bro I don't even know how to start this

Already know you were more than an artist to me

Empty chest, I don't know where my heart is

You know it best, losing brothers some hard shit

Pumping Pain Part Two, and Letter To Drew

Never thought I'd write a letter to you

Lil Peeped off the drugs like you said you would do

Died in your sleep, alone in your room

Died in your sleep but this feels like a dream

Them boys weren't your friends brother, fuck all them fiends

Told you from day-dot just run up the streams

You said things aren't that simple and never will be

Ain't pointing fingers cos my hands are dirty

We wasted some years on the Xans and Thirties

The day we lost Drew knew I had to turn it

Around, and them bridges I had to burn 'em

When we lost Drew, brother we had each other

Stuck on my ones, how'd I lose both my brothers?

Lost Drew, few months after losing your Mother

Lost you, two weeks after losing another

Mate I grew up with, RIP Rushy

Ain't spoken for years, feel like a fuck-wit

People reach out, don't think I can trust them

Still create art when I'm feeling destructive

Still blowing these bong clouds

Brain's still numb we looked up to the wrong crowd

I promise I ain't gonna stop now

I'll drop em if they use your name as a cop out

I'll finish the shit that we started

Thinking I'll hold back, them bitches retarded

Told you they loved you while feeding you shards

I been holding a grudge, so don't think that I'm past it

Can't lie, we puffed ice with each other twice

First of those times was our idol who passed the pipe

Ain't naming no names, they ain't getting no prizes

For guessing, swear that he left us to die

Believe what you want, I ain't speaking no lies

Struggle street, fighting demons at night

Urunga Pde we were living to die

Rik with the gack, pouring lean over ice

We had to sneak us our piece of the pie

Heart on our sleeve, let it bleed into rhymes

Only hate cos it's truth that we speak on the mic

Talk like they're trapping they're fiends for the pipe

Had to sneak us our piece of the pie

Heart on our sleeve let it bleed into rhymes

Only hate cos it's truth that we speak on the mic

Why they talk like they're trappers? they're fiends for the pipe

How did "Free DB" turn to RIP

Still don't feel real, I just can't believe

That you're gone bro, this grief makes it hard to breathe

Incomplete, I just lost another part of me

Barely coping, I don't think they can tell

Youse must be in Heaven, I'm living in Hell

Got home from a funeral and woke to the news

I was shocked, but I knew Peta told me the truth

Stuck in my thoughts, I been up all night

All this grief on my mind got me fucked for life

Still shocked swear it somehow just touched my mind

The only way to cope, put the stuff in rhymes

I been clean a minute, I can't fuck this up

I'll be next if I go back to the double cup

Fuck a frenemy, I don't trust the cunts

Fuck our enemies, they can suck my nuts!

Good die young but I'm over this shit

I promise I'm gonna look over your kids

Zion's my godson, I love him to bits

Zahara too, always got Uncle Mish

The things Daddy wanted to do with his rapping

Promise I'll go hard until I make them happen

Shoulder to cry on, beacon of strength

The way that it should be, ain't even a flex

Even in the depths of the deepest depression

Always be there if they're needing a lesson

Advice, anything else I can offer

Your Dad's with his angels, your Daddy's a rockstar

He's always looking over you

And now he's with your Uncle Drew

And it's breaking my heart, that's the open truth

But I'd be lying if I said that I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Make music til everyone's eetswa

The streams off one song paying off 3 cars

Now that you're gone, don't need a feature

Just a microphone, my bro Jake and a beat cuz

When I play your songs I just cry and cry

My girl left me, got no one to hold me tight

And the sad truth is if I died tonight

I know I'd blow up like some dynamite

Yeah, I know they'd be claiming they miss me

Drunk off her love, I just think she was tipsy

Suicidal thoughts like I'm Biggie

But I ain't going nowhere until I can say that we did it