Letter To My Boys
Devlin Lyrics


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As my head spins, I don't know
How this slight show had the time to grow
I was too interested on live the life alone
Chase the money, chase the savings
Man, doesn't really matter
I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys

Out to everyone I ever ran the streets with
You know more soul, but this here is deep shit
Me, wilsey and dope inside of a chip wheep
Or in the park in a Friday night with free chips
Or are plenty, with four are out the belly
Few less guards with a bit that last the many
Bags it out, trying to rule worry bands weary
Face is in the place, back in that where it was heavy
Don't get me hard, fools say start slow
Freestyling in this stats flat we're good at
Then it disappeared and never fooled to turn back
Out the jacko, see my wrist slash but gold smash
When little Guiness was as quiet as a field mass
We would've stole your car and probably though it was the start
But it's bigger than my little brother
He wait for princess, it's too many names to cover

As my head spins, I don't know
How this slight show had the time to grow
I was too interested on live the life alone
Chase the money, chase the savings
Man, doesn't really matter
I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys

As it grew, I feel a gold fraction under quicker
I felt lonely inside and maybe slightly bitter
Start writing, told myself I'll be a spitter
Then I met dogs and Mikey and the Picture figure
Too big to lock the quick fig from an older level
Mine's sort of fool pine dose to see the rebel
At fifteen I resurrected my whole crew from hard times
Youngen on this mad fire
Then we met Deves and 'cause he only put it in
Along with Benson and Emma I knew from my science
Back in '05 when we used to smoke and drink
Fifty kids on boot street where rule the piffs
Way back when it was me upon my bones
A shoe lace around my neck, held my keys up close
He waits a Lego flash, check his back on violence out
We represent it to the fullest after time, fact

As my head spins, I don't know
How this slight show had the time to grow
I was too interested on live the life alone
Chase the money, chase the savings
Man, doesn't really matter
I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys

Be Bred, two friends, come I come west
My boys now, we share a pile and lie the rest
Where's new gets and my gets and at the park
In the youth club with haseties and we spray some bars
Three years by, rest in peace, Lace
Remember days he used to run around the heath wave
But I don't get to see your face into these days
Last crase, will I make it through this grind rage
Get started, show 'em love, they really understood
Though I was better, then fucking good, they grind the hood
Behind the mic, slop it still do
Then it see is too expensive, I move to lose
And by the way, I forgot to say
I met when I was 13, I lose by the place
For mom the dictorial role when we used to spray
Bars on the old block, we're jumping right in flame
So

As my head spins, I don't know
How this slight show had the time to grow
I was too interested on live the life alone
Chase the money, chase the savings




Man, doesn't really matter
I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys

Overall Meaning

In Devlin's song Letter To My Boys, he reflects on his past experiences with the friends he made while growing up in London. Devlin speaks about chasing money and trying to make things happen but always feeling like something is missing. He reminisces about the days spent running the streets with his friends, smoking and drinking, freestyling in the park, and causing trouble. Devlin mentions different friends and the memories he shared with them, from stealing cars to spraying bars. He acknowledges that time has passed and some of his friends are no longer with us, but he still holds them close to his heart.


Overall, Letter To My Boys is a heartfelt letter to the friends who have been with Devlin through thick and thin, the ones who shaped him into the man he is today. He recognizes that money doesn't matter, but the bonds he formed with his friends are priceless.


Line by Line Meaning

As my head spins, I don't know
I am overwhelmed and confused by my thoughts and emotions


How this slight show had the time to grow
I am amazed that our small beginnings have led to where we are now


I was too interested on live the life alone
I was focused on pursuing my own interests and needs, rather than relying on others for support and companionship


Chase the money, chase the savings
I was preoccupied with accumulating wealth and financial security


Man, doesn't really matter
I have come to realize that these things are not as important as the relationships I have built with my friends


I'm just trying to make this happen, here's a letter to my boys
I am writing this letter to express my gratitude and love for my friends and to acknowledge the role they have played in my life


Out to everyone I ever ran the streets with
This letter is addressed to all of the people I have shared my experiences with, especially those from my past


You know more soul, but this here is deep shit
I recognize that my friends have a deeper understanding of life than I do, but I am still trying to express my feelings in this letter


Me, wilsey and dope inside of a chip wheep
I am reminiscing about a time when myself, Wilsey, and Dope were together in a car, smoking marijuana


Or in the park in a Friday night with free chips
I remember hanging out with my friends in the park on a Friday night, eating chips and enjoying each other's company


Or are plenty, with four are out the belly
There were many of us in our group, and some of us had children at a young age


Few less guards with a bit that last the many
Some of our group had gone to prison, but their memories and influence still lingered with us


Bags it out, trying to rule worry bands weary
We were hustling to make money and provide for ourselves, but the stress and weariness that came with it was overwhelming


Face is in the place, back in that where it was heavy
I remember times when the stakes were high and our actions had serious consequences


Don't get me hard, fools say start slow
I have learned not to rush into things, and to take my time to make informed decisions


Freestyling in this stats flat we're good at
We were skilled at freestyle rap, and often practiced and honed our skills in a friend's apartment


Then it disappeared and never fooled to turn back
Eventually, that apartment was no longer available to us and we had to move on from our freestyle sessions


Out the jacko, see my wrist slash but gold smash
I have memories of stealing from others, but at the time it felt like a necessary part of our survival


When little Guiness was as quiet as a field mass
I remember times when one of our friends, who was usually talkative and outgoing, was very quiet and subdued


We would've stole your car and probably though it was the start
In our youth, we were reckless and willing to do whatever it took to get ahead, even if it meant breaking the law


But it's bigger than my little brother
I have come to realize that there are more important things in life than material possessions or money


He wait for princess, it's too many names to cover
I have many friends who have supported and cared for me, and it is impossible to name them all


As it grew, I feel a gold fraction under quicker
As I became more successful and famous, I felt like my true self was slipping away


I felt lonely inside and maybe slightly bitter
Despite my success, I felt isolated and unhappy


Start writing, told myself I'll be a spitter
To cope with my emotions, I turned to writing and decided to pursue a career in music


Then I met dogs and Mikey and the Picture figure
I met some important people who helped me in my career and became close friends


Too big to lock the quick fig from an older level
My success has made it difficult to relate to some of my older friends who are not in the same position


Mine's sort of fool pine dose to see the rebel
I sometimes feel like an outsider, even among my closest friends, because of my success


At fifteen I resurrected my whole crew from hard times
I helped lift my friends out of difficult situations when we were teenagers


Youngen on this mad fire
We were driven and passionate about our goals and dreams


Back in '05 when we used to smoke and drink
I remember specific moments in time when we were young and carefree, enjoying ourselves without a care in the world


Fifty kids on boot street where rule the piffs
We hung out on a particular street, smoking marijuana and feeling like we were in control of our surroundings


Way back when it was me upon my bones
I remember a time when I had few friends and had to rely on myself for support


A shoe lace around my neck, held my keys up close
I had to improvise to keep my belongings safe, even if it meant using unconventional methods


He waits a Lego flash, check his back on violence out
I remember a particular friend who was always looking out for himself and making sure he was safe


We represent it to the fullest after time, fact
Despite our struggles and hardships, we are proud of where we come from and the people we have become


Be Bred, two friends, come I come west
I acknowledge and give gratitude to specific friends who have been there for me throughout my journey


My boys now, we share a pile and lie the rest
I consider my friends to be like family, and we have a strong bond and loyalty to each other


Where's new gets and my gets and at the park
We have spent many enjoyable moments together in various places, including the park


In the youth club with haseties and we spray some bars
We have cultivated our love of music together, practicing and performing together in various settings


Three years by, rest in peace, Lace
We have experienced loss together, including the death of one of our friends


Remember days he used to run around the heath wave
We cherish memories of our friend, including times when he was carefree and enjoying life


But I don't get to see your face into these days
We continue to mourn our friend and feel his absence in our lives


Last crase, will I make it through this grind rage
I still have doubts and struggles, but I am determined to persevere through them


Get started, show 'em love, they really understood
I want to show my friends how much they mean to me, and acknowledge how much they have supported and understood me throughout my journey


Though I was better, then fucking good, they grind the hood
Despite my success and fame, I still feel a strong connection and loyalty to where I came from and the people who helped me get there


Behind the mic, slop it still do
I continue to pursue my passion for music and performing, even as my fame grows


Then it see is too expensive, I move to lose
I am aware of the pressures and challenges that come with my success, and sometimes feel like I may lose myself in the process


And by the way, I forgot to say
There are still many other people I have not mentioned in this letter who have played important roles in my life


I met when I was 13, I lose by the place
I met some of my closest friends when I was very young, and we have remained close throughout the years


For mom the dictorial role when we used to spray
I acknowledge my mother's role in my life and how she supported me even as I pursued my passion for music


Bars on the old block, we're jumping right in flame
We have shared many memorable moments together, including freestyle rapping on the street corner


So
In conclusion, this letter is a tribute to my friends and the role they have played in my life, and a reminder to cherish these relationships above all else




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