D'Shaun - Dear Ms. Christina lyrics

[Verse1] Dear Ms. Christina This letter's from a young dreamer, believer Aye ma You know I loved ya daughter Never meant to mistreat her Promise when I see her out I'ma always greeter And yo my number ain't changed If y'all ever need me sh**, i told a lot of lies But you never believed em You made sure I never starved And you was always feeding I even told you bout my dreams And you seemed to believe em I had told you I was smoking weed And rolling sativa Promise that I never faked it Used to think that we could make it I remember being anxious I really miss our old relations Now a n***a working break-less Countless hours tryna make it Yo I see the gla** ceiling Swear to God that I'ma break it Yo I never got to talk to you Never got to say this Just thought that you should know That I'm gone always be thankful You took me in like ya own Made your house my home These feelings is still strong I gotta leave ya girl alone but [Hook A] I never lied I never lied I had love for her I never lied I never lied I had love for ya I never lied I never lied I had love for her I never lied I never lied

I had love for ya, x2 I never lied I never lied But [Hook B] Dear Ms. Christina X4 (Aye running game like 4th & inches Tried to make your girl my misses Had a thing and now I miss it Whoo!) x2 [Verse2] I loved ya daughter Like a n***a loved the stage I was more worried bout Getting her a ring than fame I'd do anything Even pitch Cane To give ya oldest kid My f**ing last name But that ain't really work out And she just wanna twerk out So I'ma pull this Purp out And bet, it's gone get smoked out Yeah I'm doing much, much better Than the last time Prolly never ever get back together This last time But It's all gravy Long as y'all don't hate me I still be tryna give Yo oldest daughter my baby Ha-Ha We had magic love Like Ta-Da I tried to be a man inside her life Be better than her Poppa I hope that she remembers all the Lessons that I taught her Reminiscing I remember in the kitchen Whipping pasta You took me in like ya own You made your house my home These feelings is still strong I gotta leave ya girl alone but uh [Hook A] [Hook B] (Phone Interlude) (Outro)