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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Webber
Christian Webber
Songwriter
Cord Glass
Cord Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crypt
Crypt
Recording Engineer
Gatsb7
Gatsb7
Recording Engineer
Trunxks Beatz
Trunxks Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

(Where were you?) Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself? In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell But now I know how it goes, when I get your voicemail Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself? In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail So many times I've cried So many times I've hurt So many times I've tried to die and Pick a ride in that long black hearse, but I called you first But you ignored me, 'cause you knew my life was piss pouring You would move to the side when it gets gory And then you would arrive When my mood would subside and I get a victory It's funny how these people tell you That they'll be there for you through the thick and thin 'Cause when you losin' They ain't no where to be viewed Until you improve and begin to win Then all of a sudden, they come out of nowhere And act like they've always been there Like you weren't the one that was bravin' the storms They just seen the weather's fair And they wanna claim you when you get well And they'll be quick to say that you're friends And they always knew that you'd excel But you weren't there on the night that I had a gun to my head With a one way trip to Hell So don't you ever dare to look my way All you fair weather friends are fake And if you don't think it's fair then I'll say Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself? In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself? In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail You see, friendship should be crystal clear But with some of y'all this shit hard to tell When the chips were down, y'all ain't give a fuck Weren't picking up when I called your cell But then it changed, and I bought a chain And I bought a house, and I bought a Range Now they callin' back, want an autograph For their cousin, and wanna come hang Shit, it's not even like I'm still pissed at them 'Cause carrying that shit is toxic And now, I'm way more rich than them I'm too busy countin' my profits Took my shot to explode Y'all ain't acknowledge me, so Y'all can still come to shows You'll just get charged to the door Yeah, I cut out all of them fake ones I'm ridin' out with my day ones And we still tight as fuck, breaking bread, taking vacations Ain't mad at you at all, too many plaques up on my wall I'm not tryna be a dick, but you should've picked up my call, yeah Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail (Where were you?)
Writer(s): Huy Tran, Christian Webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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