Southside MAB - COLE'S LETTER (INTERLUDE) (feat. Coleman Sutton) Lyrics

(Dear)
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My lady think I'm crazy and my family thinks I'm manic
I've been looking in these beats and in the stars for all the answers
Strip clubs with the homies
Tell my truths to the dancers
At least if I tell them then I know there's not a chance of
Being judged, cause I drank too much I managed
My parents robbed some banks
Yeah I grew up damaged
But I'm doing better ma' there ain't no need to panic
Miss that drive by Nissan 49 my view the standard
Now I'm in Portlandia, praying I can handle
All this brand new pressure
They say I should go to Standford
Life been like a forest way I'm building all these branches
If I see the top of hill, I won't take it for granted
Remember when the ramen was the only thing in pantries
All I do is bring you Cole like you rude to Santa
Ain't been smoking weed and I ain't been instagramming
Guess there ain't no need to post it when I feel like Manning
Crossing things up off my list now everything is slanting
I been on a streak running out of breath I'm panting
Call the huddle up to show what I've been planning
Omaha an audible if they think that there's a chance of
Catching me off guard with the way the corner stranded
Feeling like Odell Beckham way I know I'm handy
Ron said I'm a bridge with the way that I've been spanning
I'm feeling like The Great Wall with the way that I'm expanding
I guess the updates with the flexes go in tandem
Lately bending air waves to see where I am landing
I know it's been hard to see just what my plan is
From the bottom of my heart
Thank you for understanding
(Signed)
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And finally, be aware of this as a receiver
As well as a communicator
You know maybe true enlightenment
Lies in knowing that the person that is speaking to you
Finds it hard to do this as well