Kites - Sycosis

Produced By Holy

Gr8er Than Self Entertainment LLC

Sample «Session 32» by Summer Walker

Hook 2xs

Threw away your love letters

I, thought it make me feel better

I, finally got you out my bed

But I still can’t get you out my head ooh

I know this wasn’t the way we um pictured it going

Sometimes situations manifest they self

I just want you to, can you pass these to my son please

Like I know you done with me, but can you, can you please just past these

letters to him

60 cent for this stamped envelope

Off of commissary

50 cent for this pen

70 cents for this paper

I hope bro will do this favor and spot me later

Hit me with $ 1.80

To write my lady about my baby

And ask for pictures

He’s almost 2 now

I been here 3 calendars

Failed all the challenges

One was supposed to pass

Didn’t come close to class

Funny it’s all adding up

Sooner than later

Wounds will get greater

Pains will get deeper

My celly a preacher

My mind full of creatures

Dreams and nightmares

No bond like Meek Mill

I’m scared to sleep still

I’m spent off 3 pills

We call em Nu Nu’s

Don’t f*** with new dudes

You talk too much

We roll yo ass for fun

A honey bun

Maybe a pack of noodles

So call a white shirt

I hope my wife work

Any other day besides visitation

My situation is litigation

I sit impatient at these years I’m facing

I’m nervous pacing

Pull out my only picture of my son Jason

Kiss his face and I’m gone

Hook 2xs

Threw away your love letters

I, thought it make me feel better

I, finally got you out my bed

But I still can’t get you out my head ooh

$ 27.01 for this Quran

Inshallah we meet again

On the other side of the storm

See I’m bound by shackles and fences

In my physical form, yet my

Spirit is free what you seek is inside you son

Much I’ve learned, much I’ve lost

It’s been a long time at a cost

Forgave myself and all my flaws

Then pulled me down off of that cross

Accepted my fate 60 years in the state

With diner trays and paper plates

Getting colder and older

It’s like grey hairs froze in my face

All these years I’ve been silent

But now your moms say you wildin

16 and acting violent, who else can I blame but me

For talking tough a lot, talking tough as Pac

Talking f*** an OP, and plus they sucker block

Will get you shot and stuffed in box

Listen Jason I’m begging

Please don’t go down this road

I know I’ve made my mistakes

But hoping you learn from those

I know I shoulda been there

But still I love you no doubt

Just pull me out when you need me

I’m locking up for the count

Hook 2xs

Threw away your love letters

I, thought it make me feel better

I, finally got you out my bed

But I still can’t get you out my head ooh

$ 10 for my last phone card before they ban them

Left a voicemail to say I’m sorry hope you understanding

$ 39.88 for these pair of tennis shoes

I only need the strings I’m hearing things

But I’m a bit confused

The news said that 19 year old Jason

Was at the club as a patron

Got into an altercation

Shots fired and patient

Probably wouldn’t make it

So now these strings around my neck

No disrespect I couldn’t face it goodbye