"An OG once told me, he tied a rope around his neck... Cause you gotta give people enough room to hang themself"

You I've come to despise

Songs of days gone by

I don't think I'll ever cry

When your eyes won't meet mine

Don't ask me I'll never tell

Threw a wish in the well

I looked at you as it fell

And now you're in my way

Here's your time with the fall

I took your time with the call

You gave me nothing at all

Your eyes won't meet mine

I can't what's real

I missed you so bad

Just missed you so bad

Missed you so bad

Missed you so bad

Your stare was showing

Ripped jeans, skin was showing

Hot night, wind was blowing

Where you think you're going baby?