letter to u

[Chorus]
(Let's go-go-go)
I'm on the back of the bus
With a big bag of the kush
You want smoke then smoke with us
Pulling up like whats the sus
Sick of beating round the bush
Sick of beating round the bush
I'm sick of beating -

[Verse 1]
Baby girl tell me if it's love
I been spending all my money on some Christian Dior gloves
Yeah I know I'm fucking up
Soar above me like a dove
You got this image of me im not trynna fit in like a glove
Hope you think I'm doing well
I don't know whats gonna happen baby only time will tell
Waiting at the damn hotel for my mademoiselle
You got me in my room writing love songs like I'm Adele
Trynna put you in Chanel[?]

[Chorus]
I'm on the back of the bus
With a big bag of the kush
You want smoke then smoke with us
Pulling up like whats the sus
Sick of beating round the bush
Sick of beating round the bush
I'm sick of beating - huh

[Verse 2]
And you caught me in a lie, and it's not hard to tell
Baby girl that I'm the guy for it
I know you don't get it but its better if I lie to you
I know you don't like it but I promise you it's right for you
I wish you could see, how much you mean to me
Imma take you Bora Bora we take in the scenery
And I left last night yeah, but it doesn't matter cos we work together well like some damn machinery
I'm just trynna let you know, when you're front row at the show
Look in your eyes and I just wanna keep going
Theres no surprise when I look into your soul
I see a successful woman with a fuckload of dough
With a fuckload

[Chorus]
I'm on the back of the bus
With a big bag of the kush
You want smoke then smoke with us
Pulling up like whats the sus
Sick of beating round the bush
Sick of beating round the bush
I'm sick of beating - huh