GTBFred - Yours Forever

(Gotta get this stuff right)
(Gotta do this for you)
(GTB)
You Mine Forever
I'm Yours Forever
Thru life, thru death, or whatever
I will not let you go, Kelly
& Just for that we finna celebrate having your presence
You're perfect, angelic
For the rest of our lives know you loving & blessing us
All the way til we get to ya
All the way til we get to ya
And we coming we just gotta make you proud
It'll never be right when you not around
It is not a sound
When your killer get caught do him some foul
Get him out of bounds
I know you just want me to make it out, so I gotta make it out
& I won't let your death won't be in vain, you the greatest out
Show me how to be greater now
I gotta make it to you devil out trynna take me out
Wish I told you to wait it out
Think I could've been straight or okay with a day without
Instead I'm missing you daily now
Caught up livin the fast life I had to slow it down
Trying hard not to crash but you telling me Hold it down
Hear you telling me hold it down
So I guess ain't no folding now
I can tell you still here, but just not of this place
See you giving me grace
I keep seeing your face
When you not next to me I feel so out of place
My love for you transcending time & space
Half heart full of rage, other half full of pain
Think I cried everyday, ain't no way you ain't stay
Why the good die young guess the old folks lame
I won't let em forget yo name
Wonder what it would be like if you was still here
Would we take on the globe you with me every year
Would you go bacc to Jay, would you be bacc with him?
I could never be mad just as long as you here
I don't understand nothing in this life I live
Wanna have a relationship with both the kids
(That's when they older, though, when they, you know, aye)
You Mine Forever
I'm Yours Forever
Thru life, thru death, or whatever
I will not let you go, Kelly
& Just for that we finna celebrate having your presence
You're perfect, angelic
For the rest of our lives know you loving and blessing us
All the way til we get to ya
All the way til we get to ya
And we coming we just gotta make you proud
It'll never be right when you not around
It is not a sound
When your killer get caught do em some foul
Get him out of bounds
I know you just want me to make it out, so I gotta make it out
& I won't let your death won't be in vain, you the greatest out
Repping yo name til they take me out

Written by:
Sir Frederick Spiceson

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