Marshal Soul - ATWA (Slowed)

Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't calling.
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom.
I sent two letters back in autumn; you must not have got them.
There probably was a problem at this post office or something.
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot them.
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man?
How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too; I'm about to be a father.
If I have a daughter, guess what, I'ma call her her.