Stand The Rain

This gon' be a letter if we never talk again

Told the love of my life that we better off as friends

Had a vision of you ridin' next to me in the Benz Gotta get this off my chest, you know I don't

like to pretend

Had a talk with myself, like, damn, bro, where your feelings go?

This shit that I done been through, I'm like, damn, where the healin' go?

You my gift from God, my lil' bitch done turned me spiritual

Lotta bottles in the club, they surround us like a ritual

I was ridin' with my shooter, tryna get my head right

How you gon' go missin' on me, we used to fuck every night

Taught you how to save your racks, know you keep your bread tight