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meccah dawn - hate mail كلمات الأغنية

[hook: dido]
my tea’s gone cold
i’m wondering why i got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it’ll all be gray
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[verse 1: meccah dawn]
dear meccah, i’m so pissed off that you made it
i shouldn’t be surprised though
you was hot back when we dated
and every fuckin’ verse
you talkin’ bout how niggas waitin’
i guess they really was
and i’m the only one that’s hatin’
probably thinkin’ you the shit now
and you want a nigga taste you
that show you did in oakland
came backstage but couldn’t face you
remember we was beefin’?
i was late and almost missed it
and it made me mad
paid a hundred dollars for the ticket
drove all that way
and barely even got a chance to see you
so don’t take it personal
when i block you and delete you
’cause i used to be your man
why you treat me like a fan?
all them fuckin’ checks i sent you
to report that shit was spam
been a few years
ain’t heard from you in a minute
now you back with aftermatic
man, i thought your -ss was finished
anyway, check your inbox
got some shit want you to hear
oh, by the way, i miss you, i wish you was here

[verse 2: meccah dawn]
where the fuck you at?
i tried several times to reach you
sent the dopest beats i had and i ? for a feature
don’t get me wrong
i ain’t really tryna trip
i just think it’s fucked up
you don’t like none of my shit
everything i did for you
your mama and your kids too
and i can’t even get a shoutout
what the fuck i did to you?
wait
let me calm down
i know you hate it when i scream
i’m just pissed with you right now
we was ‘posed to be a team
dude peepin’ out your youtube
yeah, them views getting high
that daughter of denise
it almost made a nigga cry
i liked “dope” ’til it was dope, when i really listen
it remind me of some other shit you wrote
i still support you
how it feel to know i got your back?
just checked my inbox
and you still ain’t hit me back
yo mec, this shit is really wack
’cause i ain’t know this was the way you gon’ act
man, fuck you!

[verse 3: meccah dawn]
yeah, i see you blowin’ up the spot
i guess your -ss forgot
when nobody checkin’ for you
i’m the one that made you hot
all that shit i meant for you
and you never gave me props
kinda fucked me up
you told me i remind you of your pops
way i be spazzin’
might as well just k!ll myself the way he did
? i can’t too, first i thought he was my kid
but you said he wasn’t
got a attitude now ’cause you buzzin’?
remember that time
you fell asleep while we was fuckin?
when you woke up, i was mad
and you was like, “my bad.”
wait a minute
how the fuck do i remind you of your dad?
and why you still ain’t hit me back?
did you listen to them tracks?
honestly, i liked you more when you was fat
’cause at least you would respond to me
when i was showin’ love
that shit still kinda hauntin’ me
i thought we was in love
but good luck in your career, b-tch
i hope it’s what you wanted
don’t call me on your next alb-m
tryna get me on it

[verse 4: meccah dawn]
dear fan, i meant to hit you back much sooner but just been busy
thanks for rockin’ with your girl, though
i appreciate the listens
yeah, i heard the tracks you sent me
i just thought you wasn’t finished
can’t take that shit so personal
for real, it’s just a business
and that show i did in oakland
i was focused on them verses
so don’t get mad at me
like i just missed your -ss on purpose
and why you keep sendin’ me emails
talkin’ all this crazy shit?
i told you when i met you
i make niggas slit they wrists
’cause i can never love nothin’ more
than i love this music
why the fuck you wanna confuse it?
you should’ve been used to it
‘member all those forty ounces
had to get drunk just to fuck you
but i’m sick of all your answers, nigga
now i’m just like, “fuck you!”
yeah, the writing’s on the wall now
you ain’t gotta buy my shit
the reader b-tch on facebook, you ain’t gotta like my shit
nigga, you funny
go on and cut your wrists and bleed
and get the fuck out my inbox
i got more hate mail to read
fuck outta here
(*thunder rumbling*)

- meccah dawn

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