Letter To My Boys

Letter To My Boys - Devlin

Written by：James Devlin/Harry Craze/Hugo Chegwin

As my head spins

As my head spins

I don't know

I don't know

How this slight show

How this slight show

Had the time to grow

Had the time to grow

I was too interested

I was too interested on live the life alone

Wanting for the money chase the money chase the savings

Man doesn't really matter

I'm just trying to make this happen

Here's a letter to my boys

Out to everyone I ever ran the streets with

You know more soul but this here is deep sh*t

Me wilsey and d**e inside of a chip wheep

Or in the park in a Friday night with free chips

Or are plenty with four are out the belly

On a few less guards with a bit that last the many

Bags it out trying to rule worry bands weary

Face is in the place

Back in that where it was heavy

Don't get me hard fools say start slow

Freestyling in this stats flat we're good at

Then it disappeared and never fooled to turn back

Out the jacko see my wrist slash but gold smash

When little Guiness was as quiet as a field mass

We would've stole your car

And probably though it was the start

But it's bigger than my little brother

He wait for princess it's too many names to cover

As my head spins

As my head spins

I don't know

I don't know

How this slight show

How this slight show

Had the time to grow

Had the time to grow

I was too interested

I was too interested

On live the life alone

Wanting for the money chase the money chase the savings

Man doesn't really matter

I'm just trying to make this happen

Here's a letter to my boys

As it grew I feel a gold fraction under quicker

I felt lonely inside and maybe slightly bitter

Start writing told myself I'll be a spitter

Then I met dogs and Mikey and the picture figure

Too big to lock the quick fig from an older level

Mine's sort of fool pine dose to see the rebel

At fifteen I resurrected my whole crew from hard times

Youngen on this mad fire

Then we met Deves and 'cause he only put it in

Along with Benson and Emma I knew from my science

Back in '05 when we used to smoke and drink

Fifty kids on boot street where rule the piffs

Way back when it was me upon my bones

A shoe lace around my neck held my keys up close

He waits a Lego flash check his back on violence out

We represent it to the fullest after time fact

As my head spins

As my head spins

I don't know

I don't know

How this slight show

How this slight show

Had the time to grow

Had the time to grow

I was too interested

I was too interested

On live the life alone

Wanting for the money chase the money chase the savings

Man doesn't really matter

I'm just trying to make this happen

Here's a letter to my boys

Be Bred two friends come I come west

My boys now we share a pile and lie the rest

Where's new gets and my gets and at the park

In the youth club with haseties and we spray some bars

Three years by rest in peace Lace

Remember days he used to run around the heath wave

But I don't get to see your face into these days

Last crase will I make it through this grind rage

Get started show 'em love they really understood

Though I was better then f**king good

They grind the hood

Behind the mic slop it still do

Then it see is too expensive I move to lose

And by the way I forgot to say

I met when I was 13 I lose by the place

For mom the dictorial role when we used to spray

Bars on the old block

We're jumping right in flame so

As my head spins

As my head spins

I don't know

I don't know

How this slight show

How this slight show

Had the time to grow

Had the time to grow

I was too interested

I was too interested

On live the life alone

Wanting for the money chase the money chase the savings

Man doesn't really matter

I'm just trying to make this happen

Here's a letter to my boys