SINCERELY YOURS

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Went my whole life tryna be what's best for you

But nothing in my life went right, so I don't even know what's left for you

Stare in the mirror in disgust, can't even tell what's left of you

Succumbing to vices, paying the prices, I almost ended up dead for you

Yeah, can't self reflect if I just got trauma

Too down bad man this worse than karma

Shit that happened can't even tell my mother

Gotta be the oldest and care for my sisters

If nobody else motherfucker I'mma listen

So far away so they can't even visit

I hate every time I gotta say that I miss em

Hate asking for help cuz the shit feel weak

I don't wanna think at 23 that I peaked

I shoulda been touching more mills than Meek

Dipped the suburbia and still can't sleep

Left paradise cuz the shit ain't cheap

And all these new **** wanna talk about a beat

I just need a second to remember how to breathe, damn

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Uh, couldn't be me I said that

Every word that you hear I meant that

I could travel the world like Sinbad

But I'd rather go to hell than spin back

I promise I'm doing way better without you

This not even petty I know you been doubtful

This just how I process the shit in my life

Since you walked up and out of it out of my mind

Shit feel like I'm losing myself, affecting my health

Can't hold it together need more than a belt

It took a whole year with the fear that I felt

That I'd never do better I'd rather just melt

Developed my character no more anxiety no more disparaging

Just got a couple of **** I'm cherishing

So I cant waste any time going there again

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Every little- every little, every little thing I do

Is all for you

Had to

tuck away the person that I used to be

Gave up on anybody that ain't used to me

Getting used to being used, shit that's news to me

Self reflection got me moving ways that's new to me

Losing friends and losing moments almost lost my life

Wish I was martyr for my brothers, make a sacrifice

Seven nights, doing doubles to afford some peace of mind

I'm peaking blind, its just some feelings I should leave behind

I'm not a saint or sinner, sitting somewhere in between

Rationalize that I'm the villain chilling in your dreams

Close my eyes and I'm still haunted by the imagery

Thinking that I won't amount to shit after this damn degree

I been at this since a kid, don't tell Diddy bout it

Royalties from Distrokid, I make my pennies prouder

The validation you was giving it ain't go in vain

A couple albums later I'm just praying that they know my name

But if i got it back in blood and gave up on the love

Well what would that mean to you?

If I'm forgetting who to trust and turning back to dust

I got nothing id leave to you

But if i got it back in blood and gave up on the love

Well what would that mean to you?

If I'm forgetting who to trust and turning back to dust

I got nothing id leave to you

Tell them hoes congratulations (Guts over fear)

Sincerely yours, Murakami, this a fuckin proclamation (Guts over fear)

Said I'mma get it till I got it, when I'm stopping destination (Guts over fear)

Sincerely yours, Murakami, its a human devastation (Guts over fear)

Sincerely yours, Murakami, guess this endings what you make it