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LETTER TO PEEP

 

LETTER TO PEEP


I miss you so much, man
I just want to go and join you, man
It's so fucking lonely down here
Everything feels so different
I'ma see you soon, bro
I promise

Aye, Peep
Everyone you warned me about, now claiming they miss you
Held your cold face, said "goodbye", hugged you, then kissed you
Hopped up off that tour bus, stumbling in pieces
Hope you finally at peace, now that you no longer breathing
When you was laughing the hardest, still felt your pain
That deep desperation gaze, cry baby face
You had had a thousand plays way back in the day
When you had them millions, you was still exactly the same
Both fucked up, living rough, had nothing
Edited your first video, you sent my PayPal money
Didn't even want it, but it stopped my sister being hungry
We was so connected, living in completely different countries
Flew out to LA, Uber to your place
Never seen so many strangers crowded in a tiny place
Everyone offering drugs, taking pictures of your face
No one offering love or wondering 'bout your day
Both heartbroken, introverted, so lonely
You was the only one of the few to ever really know me
Gus, what's it like up there, man? I wanna join ya
Struggling to keep it moving, tangled in paranoia
Everyone that wasn't loyal to ya, woulda killed 'em for ya
You had the same mentality 'cause family important
Gus, I'm tryna fight my fears, our childhood was poison
I got demons I been running from, never stood up and fought 'em
'Bout to take a flight back to London, yeah, in a few days
Where we lived together, I don't wanna see that place
All that bizzare furniture you purchased, so awkwardly placed
You'd take a step back and stare at it until it looked okay
I held your face, took a step back, nothing looked okay, brother
You was shining bright, now you've turned into this grey color
Holding back the tears every time I hear your name come up
I don't wanna say nothing, they don't know this pain's cutting
Tryna stay strong for loners like us
Made a video of you sleeping on the back of that bus
Made a joke, said that Gus is working out finally
Put the camera on you to see that you was falling asleep
Everyday of that tour, like you usually do
Head back, mouth open, yep, the usual
I saw you like this everyday on the entire tour
I didn't know that you was dead, man, as if I would've recorded

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