Witty - To Whom It May Concern lyrics

rate me

To whom it may concern, this is the realest note I ever wrote

Sittin' in my room

All I got left of my name are some scribbles on a page

I've been losing track of days, is it Monday, Sunday?

Well one day I hope they label me as the greatest

And this right here, is built on blood, sweat, and dried tears

You see I've been searching through my soul, while I battle through fears

I wipe my eyes from the tears, now my vision is clear

If y'all been looking for a savior, your savior is here