One Page Letter ft. Ntwali & Spaceman Dela Lyrics

Woke up feeling blessed man today’s a new day/ Always kick and push and that’s word to Lupe/ Shorty always tripping call her lil suitcase/

Yea she was a dime aha I ain’t afraid to lose change/

To me it’s about soul her body wasn’t all that/

If we was talking rims then she gotta be a hub cap/

Was going for love jones bringing that 90s love back/

gave her the wrong number I never ever called back/

Bum B I choose U I’m on the route of big pimping/

In MTL surrounded by all these pretty women/ Swear All these Moroccan gone have me speaking Arabic/

I’m here to hear your thoughts this is Ntwali the therapist/

I’m looking for the one that’s gone retire me from this game/

So when I cop a coupe we’ll be ridding in lovers lane/

Gotta know like boys II men girl can you stand the rain/

you knew when they lie and say I’m out with what’s her name/

And of course man I rather be next to you,

But I got no time for the bickering,

For the bickering,

Ohhh,

And this room only big enough for the two,

Baby,

Show me what’s you working with,

What’s you working with,

Ohhh,

Yeah, oh shit

Baby I ain’t gon’ say I knew

But I done seen this shit before like it’s a déjà vu

Let’s kick it back and smoke a spliff, girl we could play badu

I got the roses in the piff with a bit of some sage I grew

and dried

Too alive, don’t mean to crucify ya

Now we both pointing fingers like

who’s the liar?

Plug dried up, think I need a new supplier

Got me mumbling like Kanye going through the wire

Oh no, you mad at me

My answers filled with apathy

You’d rather be emphatically wrapped up in my anamoty

You think that Adam and Eve could resist the apple tree?

I guess the human masterpiece been riddled with all this vanity

I’m not sure how to react to this

We gon’ need more than the amethyst

Shit ain’t been adding up, I did the math

I think you a masochist

Sadness in the bliss of the moment watching the magic slip

Fight and we f*ck, then you lighting me up

And I’m stuck in the dark of this black abyss

And of course man I rather be next to you,

But I got no time for the bickering,

For the bickering,

Ohhh,

And this room only big enough for the two,

Baby,

Show me what’s you working with,

What’s you working with,

Ohhh,