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fi'yah - burning letters lyrics

[intro]
yea, fi’yah
shall we get started huh?
i got a handful of blessings
and a handful of regrets
i done had a few lessons
and i done failed a few test

[verse 1]
this is the introduction for you to see life how i see it
i been so patient now it time for you to hear it
giving my pains my pleasure from these burning letters
instrumentals and inspiration strengthen my endeavors
these thoughts running through my head deserve a gold medal
i need a woman to support my dreams someone like coretta
when i’m done chasing my dreams imma need some new shoes
couple of nikes and j’s, this road ain’t smooth
they k!lled my n-gga shermaine, man that ain’t cool
talking to god like i hope he up there with you
just cuz you met me, that don’t mean you know me
theres anakin’s out here im obi-wan ken0bi
kurt cobain with the lyrics and da vinci with the pen
they like d-mn he brings terror like 911 again
thoughts of a physic and eyes of a visionary
bringing miracles to the game like joseph and mary

[hook]
i’m just living my life tryna do things right
cuz i might just die tonight
instead of mailing you letters imma put em in my songs
and burn these letters tonight
i’m burning letters (x5)
these songs represent my life

[verse 2]
i’m waking up like i’m glad that was a dream
its funny how nightmares come true before dreams
that’s how it seems, so it’s by any means
that i stack this green and let nothing in between
they sleepin’ on me food for thought gave them itis
look for a reason to hate i know you like this
one of mississippi’s finest, add me to your playlist
let that trash get a minus
come in my lane and get yo -ss ran over
man these bars break limbs i’m playing red rover
just hang it up, don’t worry i’ll sign the poster
besides you ain’t gettin’ no bread like broke toasters (broke -ss)
you think i give a f-ck about gold chains?
pinky rings, designer names or dark frames?
well i don’t, i rather impact the game
and never get changed by the fame

[hook]

[verse 3]
sittin’ on a cloud trying not to fall
i got so much on my mind, tryna figure out it all
where’s the door to success? i see nothing but wall
jesus on speed dial but i’m ashamed to call
cuz i repent and do the same thing again
i bet he hears my prayers like here we go again
i paint pictures with this pen
just to take you to a place where you never been (where you never been)
death like s-x you know its gon come
no matter how fast you are, you know you can’t run
so im in this race till im done
getting this bread not leavin’ no crumbs
walking in wet concert, you can follow my direction
practice makes perfect, i’m chasing down perfection
choose me, and you gon make a good selection
i’m doing things on a level of profession

[hook]

[outro]
yea, its like i’m the author of my life
and unfortunately, i’m writing with a pen
and i can’t erase my mistakes
you know…

- fiyah lyrics

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