This a letter to you I know you still thinking about me, 'cause I think about you Seem like the distance killed us off, but you done made me better (You make me the best) Yeah, I know that you hate that ain't nobody better (Yeah, I hate that too) I'm off the internet 'cause it don't make it better Yeah, left it on the floor, it ain't nothing left to give I'm tired of criticism about how I live Man, I done did way too much shit, fuck validation I lost all my patience, it got harder to keep waiting Taking hella losses what it take to be the greatest I left all my friends 'cause I couldn't tell if they was hating Running out of time, I just feel like racing Like, where the finish line? It feel like I won't make it If I die today, they prolly celebrate it They prolly stash our memories, down in the basement This a letter to you I know you still thinking about me, 'cause I think about you Seem like the distance killed us off, but you done made me better (You make me the best) Yeah, I know that you hate that ain't nobody better (Yeah, I hate that too) I'm off the internet 'cause it don't make it better