Marcus A. Brown - Open Letter 2 My Ex

I used to ride around town late at night trying to find your car
Just so I'd know where you are
Guess all the money in the world can't fix a broke heart
So now I'm stuck in the dark
I wish it never would've ended the way that it did
Wish we could go to the start
Now I'm a young rich man, and these thots on deck
I tell 'em "call me tomorrow"
I'm sittin' in this room alone looking at your pictures
It's hard to believe it's a part of me that still miss you
And even though I'm better off not dealing wit' cha'
We could've worked out, we just had too many issues
But on another note, I hope you and ya' son cool
Your lil' sister, both ya' brothers and your mother too
I heard the youngest down in college trying to finish school
That's what's up, I still love them all the same too
They used to show me love every time I came through
And even though I wilded out, I'm still the same dude
They tellin' me you wildin' out, I'm like "That ain't you"
You just doin' whatever to hide the pain boo
I understand 'cause I'm doing the same thing too
I understand 'cause I'm doing the same thing too
Remember when we got the villa down in Florida
And all them white people was staring
They sent the black dude over like "Where is your parents?"
We like "Fam we grown!" and he thought we was playing?
I still laugh at that, heh
A young couple gettin' money, it ain't matter, we ain't even care
We came up together, fell off together
Now I'm back on a come up, and now you ain't even here. Damn
You ain't even here
That's it

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Marcus Brown

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