Lil' Rob - Fanmail lyrics

rate me

Hey, this one's for everybody

Everyone who's ever

Wrote me fanmail and never got a response

Hey, this one's for everybody

Everyone who's ever

Wrote me fanmail and never got a response

Hey, this one's for everybody (Everybody)

Everyone who's ever

Wrote me fanmail and never got a response

I read your letters *Yeah)

Some even brought me to tears

I look back at my years like some of you have been lost

Like some of you have been found (Have been found)

I found this one letter

I remember cause I couldn't put it down

She said her mom was in jail

And so is she (So is she)

And she was on her own, and has no family

Her brother overdosed and he passed away, away

Back, and my music gets her through the day

She likes what I say (What I say)

The way I say it (Yeah)

Reminds her of back in the days, that's when it replays

Live for today (For today)

Think of tomorrow

She lives on Pain Avenue, across from Sorrow (Across from Sorrow)

She said, "Write back if you can

Sincerly yours, your number one fan, I am"

I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff

Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me

I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff

I was too used to packin' gats and stuff

I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff

Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me

I never thought it would happen, this rappin' stuff

I was too used to packin' gats and stuff

"Doce Diez y Ocho, what's happenin', man (What's happenin', man)

Me and my homeboys bumpin' music all day

Everyday (Everyday)

There ain't a song we don't play

My prima says 'Hi, ' and that she loves you always (Loves you for life, man)

So when's your next album comin' out

You're always pushing back the date, what's that all about

Don't trip (Don't trip)

I just can't wait to hear it, ese

Some over that neighborhood shit, that's what you need to spit (That's what you need to spit)

Some more oldies for the homies (Yeah)

Let 'em know where we come from (Come from)

How we do things

We don't stop until we get it done

Let 'em know how we get down when the weekend comes (Get down, man)

I lowride just like you

I heard you have a '63, I wanna get myself a '62

Anyways

I know you're a busy man

I'm a homie and a fan, get back at me when you can"

"Hey Rob, my name is Patrick, writin' from the park

Where it's nice in the day, but it gets crazy after dark (Crazy after dark)

Hey man, I go to a pretty bad school

But I like it a lot, and my teacher's pretty cool

My teacher's name is Mr. White

He wants to help us do right

And stay away from the gangster life

Not allowed to wear Cortez's or red and blue

We can't cut our hair shorter than a no. 2 (And that's true)

If we do

We're dropped

Then it's through

Oh yeah, they even drug test us, too

My homie wrote you

His name is Christopher

He thinks you're the best, and he's a Southern listener

How'd you start, when you learned to write raps (Write raps)

Just a couple questions, hopefully, you'll write back

But if you can't, hey man, I understand

You must be a busy man, no matter what, I'm still a fan"

Hey, this one's for everybody

Everyone who's ever

Wrote me fanmail and never got a response

Hey, this one's for everybody

Everyone who's ever

Wrote me fanmail and never got a response

"Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me"

"I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff

I was too used to packin' gats and stuff"

"I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff"

"Now they're writin' letters cause they miss me"

"I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff

I was too used to packin' gats and stuff"