Mistah Kye - Letter To YS

Blud, come on g... unless I go jail or I get killed by the opps
Bruv mans always here to support you, remember that
Have some confidence, have some confidence, you know it's gonna blow
About... I hope, what's I hope? I hope- I hope that erm... err, uhh example, example erm
I hope that I find a nice girl on monkey, Nah I don't sound serious
I know I'm gonna find a nice girl on monkey... cus' I already did. Ha

Aye listen, woke up in the morning and my socials were mad
I'm getting message after message man they say you got stabbed
I'm saying fuck off why they capping beg you come off my snap
But my mind was going crazy calculating like maths
I'm seeing your face, RIP seeing your name
Everyone's main, my heart just broke, it's different pain
I swear we spoke yesterday; I scream in vain, this can't be real, it must be fake
Slapping myself, telling me to wake up
It's only a dream it's fake, faker than makeup
Punching all the walls got me losing my voice
I beg you look into my eyes, see I'm more than destroyed
I had to call Sly... asked him if he heard the news
Saying that he did, we sat in silence cuh we're both bruised
I'm feeling lifeless, I'm laying on floor
Cus' your face is on the news it makes me sick to the core

YS... this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times that we been through
I'm thinking of the bad times that we got through
I just want you to know... that I love you, I said
YS... this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times that we been through
I'm thinking of the bad times that we got through
I just want you to know, that we love you

I know I can't sing, heh G I'm more than shit
But you could sing like an angel, man your voice was special
And I told you this before, you're the best singer I know
You used to front and tell me no but yeah you set that level
On the phone till early hours, 9 am I'm feeding cats
Outside, my data's bugging, call you when I get gaff
Cuh that's my Lil bro, over the years I watched him grow
And now I'm traumatised got all this pain, the shit you wouldn't know
Don't get me started used to stay up playing monkey
Trolling those Americans, shit we found it funny
It's the little things... cracking jokes and always jumpy
I think my eyes are tearing up, my throat is getting lumpy
It's so hard... reminiscing bout' the past
I'm sitting in the dark man I wish you never passed
Only 16, had a dream of living large
You and I, foreign cars now we're left with battle scars

YS... this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times that we been through
I'm thinking of the bad times that we got through
I just want you to know... that I love you, I said
YS... this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times that we been through
I'm thinking of the bad times that we got through
I just want you to know, that we love you

Bro I ain't done yet... 3 minutes ain't enough
You're forgetting that my tag MK... came from you
You gave me that, used to call me that, this was qway back
And you was there for me when I was trash and I made tracks
My biggest fan, I coulda quit but you kept me going
Counted MK out but you told me, MK keep on showing
Them... and every fucking human being in this world that MK's gonna make it
So for you imma keep on going

YS... this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times that we been through
I'm thinking of the bad times that we got through
I just want you to know... that I love you, I said
YS... this is a letter to you
I'm thinking of the good times that we been through
I'm thinking of the bad times that we got through
I just want you to know, that we love you
Happy Birthday, Lil Bro, Rest In Peace. I Love You

Written by:
MiSTah Kye

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