Letters To Whomever

[Verse 1: Ashton Harris]
The weekend is filled with days of dreams made on penny lane
The sorrows might come tomorrow but some people like the pain
Of a drug, might be music, maybe love
But it seems that we need somebody I look above
Writing words in a dark room Lyrics on my paper
Graphite is getting messy
Lower gets my eraser
I think, I think way to much im probably a Contemplater
But shout-out to the kids that look up to Understaters
I feel ya

[Hook]
You wanna do some things but you need a extra ring
You dont want any help but I swear its the best thing
Take it from somebody who did it himself
Im always gonna love it through sickness & through my health

[Verse 2: Ashton Harris]
Your not alone my homes look at how much you've grown
They say its just allergies but I think it is baritone
Im runniing around the block
Looking for doors I could knock
To see if they want some chocolate out of my worlds finest box
I dont write cause I have Potential
Neither is to get better
This Letter To Whomever is wrote cause of our endeavors