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Semisonic - Dead Letter lyrics
[Royal Flush]
 Dear Magic, how is livin life up there?
 Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer
 I sware, shit is really sink down here
 Pardon the wet spot, but that's a drop from my tear
 Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he's still out here
 Plus your little brother's growin up, mom's steady holdin up
 But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shit's rough
 Plus I started rappin and such, and signed to Blunt
 Tryin to make it platinum and plus
 And even tried dust, put in handcuffs
 'Member little John I snuffed, nigga startin to act to tough
 Caught him off guard and got bucked
 So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch
 So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much
 [Chorus 2X]
 And when you died they got the best of me
 I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me
 But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny
 It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace
 [Royal Flush]
 I'm constantly thinkin bout your presence
 We used to bustin weapons and cursin out reverendSemisonic - Dead Letter - http://motolyrics.com/semisonic/dead-letter-lyrics.html
 We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven
 Rollin dice was heaven, started fuckin grown women
 Drivin cars is tinted, if it's beef we all in it
 Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin and bented
 Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute
 Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision
 Is it you I'm really missin, I turn my head when no one's listenin
 The last words you said "Tell Uni that I'm whistlin"
[Chorus 2X]
 [Royal Flush]
 P.S., I've been writin you, since you left
 Never understand why you wasn't wearin a vest
 But for you, it's God bless, take it off your chest
 I guess it's all a test, smokin mad weed for the stress
 Put my A-alike to rest, I'm gonna stay here and live life up to best
 You got my pictures yet? Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin mad Moet
 That Carnel shit, if you ain't got them, I send some more flicks
 So right me back quick
 cuz soon or later I'll be wit you smokin mad spliffs
 Plus I got a headache and my hands startin to slip
 I miss you so much, I can't deal wit this shit
[Chorus 4X]








