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Open Letter Video (MV)




Performed By: Søzi
Language: English
Length: 4:02
Written by: Isaiah Garner




Søzi - Open Letter Lyrics




This my therapy
This my speak in tongues
And I do give a care who see

I wish I woulda listened carefully
Deep down I knew you cared for me
But I chose to take the harder way (Hardaway) like Anfrenee

My energy like vibranium
That shit wasn't real
Too selfish to wanna understand
How you really feel

Selfish, I'm moving kinda selfishly
I'm only thinking bout I, Myself, and me
In a foreign, but I'm scheming in these city streets
City slicker, my talk different, my walk pimpin

23 I'm making moves and y'all still paying dues
Fell down and I got back up I refuse to lose
(Ooooohhh- oooh-oooh-ooohhh)
Niggas be quitting talkin bout they tryna follow passion
But I been checkin in, and they ain't doin no actions
All that Wolfin and cappin
West side need a lift
And I'm it's new captain

I den lost a couple brothers in this life of sin
Cain killed able and he was his next of kin

Imma let it breathe
Cain killed able and he was his next of kin
Let him with no sin cast the first stone
I guess yo glass house is the first gone

See I been boxing evils with the gloves off
Play this at my eulogy- this a swan song
But while I'm still alive, I get my roll on
Wait a minute, man it's time to hit the percolator
I'm next up, tellem I belong on elevator
I give it up to God - But hard work answers prayers

(Ooooohhh- oooh-oooh-ooohhh)
Now don't you wish that you can go rewind time
I would go and get my auntie from that daylight
I would go and grab trey
My brother flatlined
Tears falling down, gotta make this song cry

Another year in the New Orleans
It wasn't in the vision
Mamma said don't trip
I took an INNERmission
It's a bunch of niggas who ain't got a pot to piss in
So you go and be the best, sit on mount Olympus

Big So, I ain't listening to ratta ratta
Can't tell me shit, Im the don dada
Get bread, stack that, gain mo knowledge
Ball in the fall, y'all can have the whole summer
Niggas out here flexin on they last cent
Can't do It cuz my mind above average
Both eyes open, I'm well aware
And you'd get it if I told you bout last year

Came out winning, kofi with the gold belt
College grad lemme tell how that shit felt
Mama proud, I ain't do it by myself
City proud, they den brought the bud out west
Footwork acrossed the stage, hittin alla bangs
Whole crowd went crazy when they called my name

They don't even know me but they know the vibes
And Imma touch a mil before I'm 25
Big fish I can buy an even bigger pond
Wish list , getting longer every other hour
I plan to change the world, they gon know my name
This my open letter, giving free game

OG passed the mantle, it's a new chapter
What would Iso do, that's the new Mantra
Cross my heart to god like the black pantha
Run the race, I'm the one that they all after
Speaking word into my life, I'm my own pastor
I ain't on my time, don't make it no faster

But y'all can call bluff on my parable
They took nip, but imma still run the marathon

This my open letter
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English

This my therapy
This my speak in tongues
And I do give a care who see

I wish I woulda listened carefully
Deep down I knew you cared for me
But I chose to take the harder way (Hardaway) like Anfrenee

My energy like vibranium
That shit wasn't real
Too selfish to wanna understand
How you really feel

Selfish, I'm moving kinda selfishly
I'm only thinking bout I, Myself, and me
In a foreign, but I'm scheming in these city streets
City slicker, my talk different, my walk pimpin

23 I'm making moves and y'all still paying dues
Fell down and I got back up I refuse to lose
(Ooooohhh- oooh-oooh-ooohhh)
Niggas be quitting talkin bout they tryna follow passion
But I been checkin in, and they ain't doin no actions
All that Wolfin and cappin
West side need a lift
And I'm it's new captain

I den lost a couple brothers in this life of sin
Cain killed able and he was his next of kin

Imma let it breathe
Cain killed able and he was his next of kin
Let him with no sin cast the first stone
I guess yo glass house is the first gone

See I been boxing evils with the gloves off
Play this at my eulogy- this a swan song
But while I'm still alive, I get my roll on
Wait a minute, man it's time to hit the percolator
I'm next up, tellem I belong on elevator
I give it up to God - But hard work answers prayers

(Ooooohhh- oooh-oooh-ooohhh)
Now don't you wish that you can go rewind time
I would go and get my auntie from that daylight
I would go and grab trey
My brother flatlined
Tears falling down, gotta make this song cry

Another year in the New Orleans
It wasn't in the vision
Mamma said don't trip
I took an INNERmission
It's a bunch of niggas who ain't got a pot to piss in
So you go and be the best, sit on mount Olympus

Big So, I ain't listening to ratta ratta
Can't tell me shit, Im the don dada
Get bread, stack that, gain mo knowledge
Ball in the fall, y'all can have the whole summer
Niggas out here flexin on they last cent
Can't do It cuz my mind above average
Both eyes open, I'm well aware
And you'd get it if I told you bout last year

Came out winning, kofi with the gold belt
College grad lemme tell how that shit felt
Mama proud, I ain't do it by myself
City proud, they den brought the bud out west
Footwork acrossed the stage, hittin alla bangs
Whole crowd went crazy when they called my name

They don't even know me but they know the vibes
And Imma touch a mil before I'm 25
Big fish I can buy an even bigger pond
Wish list , getting longer every other hour
I plan to change the world, they gon know my name
This my open letter, giving free game

OG passed the mantle, it's a new chapter
What would Iso do, that's the new Mantra
Cross my heart to god like the black pantha
Run the race, I'm the one that they all after
Speaking word into my life, I'm my own pastor
I ain't on my time, don't make it no faster

But y'all can call bluff on my parable
They took nip, but imma still run the marathon

This my open letter
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Writer: Isaiah Garner
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