DEAR SINCERELY by Bata! Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh
Eyyy, yeah
Dear Michie, dear michie (dear michie!)
Every time I pull up hear a head try to mention you (where you at?)
Body language tell em times is getting itchy too
Make a nigga go and hide, hard to find ala caribou
Selfish how I felt the days after those days
Shame to say it never started that way
But my words mean less, even written on page
I been fake ghost bustin, quickly burning the sage
Demolish pillars of confidence you had in mortal men
Backstab, a dagger with my pen
Extra inch deeper with every message niggas try to send
With your judgement, I accepted almost any sentence
Time later after my self incarceration
Michie came up in almost every conversation
Before and after, it’s not like I ever really mind it
But a silent triple dot is usually where my mind went
Period, bad blood gained a love for dying
Infatuated with the silence
Thinking back how the warm gun been jump
You mis-aim then another life shrivel up
Articulating the most delicate emotions
Are they really real?
Or am I only pulling out the trojan?
Well sometimes niggas only real after sipping on a potion
Take it out, that’s a deadly quotient
Ain’t no reason to drink the most corrosive, really though
Sincerely, Baltazar Emilio
Uh
Eyyy, yeah
Dear Michie, dear michie (dear michie!)
Every time I pull up hear a head try to mention you (where you at?)
Body language tell em times is getting itchy too
Make a nigga go and hide, hard to find ala caribou
Selfish how I felt the days after those days
Shame to say it never started that way
But my words mean less, even written on page
I been fake ghost bustin, quickly burning the sage
Demolish pillars of confidence you had in mortal men
Backstab, a dagger with my pen
Extra inch deeper with every message niggas try to send
With your judgement, I accepted almost any sentence
Time later after my self incarceration
Michie came up in almost every conversation
Before and after, it’s not like I ever really mind it
But a silent triple dot is usually where my mind went
Period, bad blood gained a love for dying
Infatuated with the silence
Thinking back how the warm gun been jump
You mis-aim then another life shrivel up
Articulating the most delicate emotions
Are they really real?
Or am I only pulling out the trojan?
Well sometimes niggas only real after sipping on a potion
Take it out, that’s a deadly quotient
Ain’t no reason to drink the most corrosive, really though
Sincerely, Baltazar Emilio