Young Fly - Airmail Interlude lyrics

[Hook: Johnny Farmer] I got a letter this morning This is the way my letter read I got a letter this morning... [Verse 1: KO-JO Cue] Dear Treb, it's been long since I seen you And as good as your life dey, I still wouldn't wanna be you Me I dey the hood still dealing with the evils Living everyday like my last cause I know there's no sequel But e hard though With no way out den fire my big bro so e go cape now E lef me den Jam dems, everyday problems Blurr en girl preg, wey we deɛ we dey laugh dem You know as funny as it sounds, its hard being on the ground Only way is what you found School in another town, another continent Kwaku Me ka me maame nan sɛ me nya London visa paa Annhwɛ a na m'aboro awu Adwendwen no nti nansa yi boys ne reboro Apio ne alomo naa enti boys retro You know it's hard to raise a child as a woman Absentee fathers come chaw nti small boys resoro Anyway, if you dey chill, you for kae your brother Den times den you dey chop the gari n beans I order Den you no get room wey you dey bed for my corner Joe kae o, na western union hwɛ me nkɔɔ hɔ da Wo deɛ moneygram mpo a, nka me nkasa Anaasɛ me mfata? Me se me nya ship mu koraa anka m'alata Na m'akɔ Libya, w'ayɛ yie a kae wo nua Na me rebrɛ, truly yours, KO-JO Cue, hit me up, one! [Hook: Johnny Farmer] [Verse 2: Trebla] Ɛyɛ asɛm oh, hmph, see Dear KO-JO, mixed feelings as I read your letter You know I come London hoping life go be better? Onua yɛkyin da, wo kae from Alata to Keta? So say we go get some money and buy mummy some Jetta? They say its green gra** on the other side but its a no They fail to forget, the other side is not our home And faith is all I hold, wo nua bɛyi wo ama Hwɛ fake is all they know but we face it on the road We dey study by the day, we dey work by the night Ɛno koraa obi papers koo, ɔbɛgye neho tithe Me reka yi bills nso da hɔ, aduane, water ne light No loose corners my guy, everywhere make tight Yɛse tete wɔ bi nim a, huh, tete wɔ bi kyerɛ Now you know, go share the gospel, yɛn nyinaa yɛ rebrɛ But I understand the grounds though Attached to this letter, money, 100 pounds dough But don't let these hoes blow And also, absentee father, tell BluRR he shouldn't be one Abortion thoughts go dey come in head, it shouldn't be done As we dey grow it comes with responsibilities We took flights, now we no more millipedes And tell Peewee say I no forget am Weed no deɛ ɔnsusu nnom, Jack, e go hurt am I finish cla** where I write this, no rest chale Working shift dey start six, I for lef All the best, Trebla, your guy [Hook: Johnny Farmer] [Verse 3: KO-JO Cue] Dear Treb, neɛ wo kaa no wɔ letter no mu nyinaa me te ase 100 no nso me nsa aka, M'ayi ne sharp, me daase No go blow am on the hoes, mmaapɛ deɛ m'agyae Nansa yi Supabet na ɛreku me, last week no kae Anka me redi 5000 me nua, Arsenal na sɛee me bet Giroud nkwasea header, Wenger nso nni reserve striker Anyway, hwɛ na w'ampa aba, kɔ school wie Mfa wo ho mmɔ akatafoɔ, jack wo nim wo fie Ɛyɛ den, nso nyame wɔ mu, gye di ɛbɛyɛ yie Blurr nso m'atu no fo, me gyedi sɛ ɔbɛtie Peewee agyae hye, ɔyɛ pastor, aka asɔre a obɛbue Me deɛ, me nenam mu, ɔbra de m'aduru akyire Barima bɛyɛɛ bi me nua, na w'ammɛyɛ ne nyinaa Nti me nim sɛ small small sɛ ɛhan bi pue a Mɛtoa wo wɔ London but till then best wishes Signed and sealed, KO-JO Cue, your friend, missing you