A Letter to You Lyrics

A Letter to You - Arz

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» Intro «

Keep your head up

I help you when you're down

I pull up if you're fed up

Your ex-man he a clown

He ain't get no Cheddar

And whenever you're home just call my phone and you'll be better

» Verse 1 «

It's like man bruk that

Then bruk it again (Huh)

Wait man said that already (I did)

Two times then you feel it in your belly

Fuck when you put Netflix on the telle (Yeh)

Date night and I'm ringing your cellie

You're doing your hair and I know you ain't ready (You're not)

Mans touching all of the right places and your legs then feel like jelly (Yeh)

Taking them pics in a backseat (Huh)

Spilt bare Henney in her mat-seat (Okay)

Talking babies tryna trap me

Hit from the front and your legs turn Bambi (Can't hack it)

Know me self made in the bits

I'm rubbin' her thighs while she play with my twists (Twist)

I'm made for this shit (I am)

4L we ain't changing a bit

» Chorus «

I might write you a letter (Write you a letter)

Keep your head up (Keep your head up)

I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down)

I pull up if your fed up (Pull up)

Your ex-man a clown (Jokeman)

He ain't get no Cheddar (Nah)

And whenever you're home just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better)

I might write you a letter (Write you a letter)

Keep your head up (Keep your head up)

I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down)

I pull up if your fed up (Pull up)

Your ex-man a clown (Jokeman)

He ain't get no Cheddar (Nah)

And whenever you're home just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better, for real)

» Verse 2: «

Now I got you rearranged in your nicks

Look in my eyes while I blaze on a spliff

Please don't change on a kid, done have that man that changed on a kid

I might serenade my bitch play my songs while I play with her-

You spilt lemonade on your tits

I know that you tell your mates bout the dick

Text it, taking a pic man flex it

Chess it man I congest it

She tryna tap out, I ain't showing you the best bit

I put my right hand placed behind your neckless

It's tempting, sex being next ting

Better than last and all of your ex tings, let me show you some affection

Huh, let me show you, Netflix inside then we hit up Nobu

Talking rounds like I'm go to, you're my go to, but my last ting old news

Yeh, my last ting nuttin', I'm round the corner and now she's rushing

I told her I'm liking lashe, she took a pic and her face start blushing

Later we fucking, tugging

Sweet boy still tuggin'

She told me she loving my music and that other boy dere sounding like rubbish

She's liking the jeet, I hit that at 90 degrees

We fucked in the morning, you know that's the time-

» Chorus «

I might write you a letter (Write you a letter)

Keep your head up (Keep your head up)

I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down)

I pull up if your fed up (Pull up)

Your ex-man a clown (Jokeman)

He ain't get no Cheddar (Nah)

And whenever you're home just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better)

I might write you a letter (Write you a letter)

Keep your head up (Keep your head up)

I help you when you're down (Help you, when you're down)

I pull up if your fed up (Pull up)

Your ex-man a clown (Jokeman)

He ain't get no Cheddar (Nah)

And whenever you're home just call my phone and you'll be better (You'll be better, for real