Songteksten

We could've been so fly We could've been so high We could have been top five We could have made doves cry Now everything's different Side effects of loving with no intentions No regrets, but tell me where my friend went A part of me is missing Look, I know you want a real nigga And I want you in the worst way Tired of playing games (tired of playing games) Tired of making plans that never workout 'Cause all of the doubt Is it too late to turn around? Did we go down every route? Maybe I should call Can't even talk for good reason You're all that I'm needing So lost, I've been meaning to call (so lost) Can't even talk for good reason You're all that I'm needing So lost, I've been meaning to- (yeah) One day, I'll get the message, hold on, it's coming back Memories associated with images all attached You with your newest nigga, I used to be all in that From touching heaven's sky, it seems I've fallen flat You got your masters, you look good in a cap and gown I peeped it on the 'gram, been meaning to track you down, that's toxic Just hit me whenever you back in town One star, 69, you coming right back around It's not you, but it's me My heart cold, my degrees My eyes, they can't believe Your lines on DND Damage already done, the quality seen in me Cancel any possibility ever that you would leave Last night I had a dream, you were here close to me Shotgun in the Saturn is where you supposed to be Your scent's potpourri, I still got your rosaries In iPhone, no rotary, you over me But hopefully you- Call Can't even talk for good reason You're all that I'm needing So lost, I've been meaning to call Can't even talk for good reason You're all that I'm needing So lost, I've been meaning to- Call You know you better (talk) Ain't going be no better All I can't neglect you Call You know you better (talk) Ain't going be no better All I can't neglect you
Writer(s): Nana Opong, Timothy Vickers, Aidan Carroll, Reginald Becton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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