Lyrics
You pulled up on me
I was solo, no homie
Phone was dead, you tried to tell me
Was staying remote, no cable, no telly
My mind was elsewhere
Got me frozen like Elsa
Had to play ball, no Pacer
Turn the other cheek, I can't face her
Just one line, like a pager
Tell me again, as I race it
Tomorrow, might not make it
If you do, we kick it, so just lace it
So pour me another, love to your mother
Something, something, couple of distant lovers
They be telling when we under covers
If you take another, I'll be helping lower six feet under
Please don't do it, you know I love ya
I'm tryna be that brave, so I put my trust in ya
Had the strongest signs but still we'll roam
Truth is I hate to be alone, text me when you get home
I got you, its my choice, I know you
I told you at least a million times, we're eating that soul food
Not to put ones foot in their mouth
Public embarrassment, cop out
For the cowards who flock now
So we take flight, crying at night
I wish I could talk to you
Guess some have to leave early
We need a landing so, don't call me Shirley
Unapologetically yourself, purely
She's loves you still, but she can only call me
Can't pretend like you didn't set the bar, G
You inspired me, you're regarded highly
Stopped smoking, no longer holds us tightly
Need a re-boot, windows with the blue screen
Been a while since I slept, I need a new dream
I hid this well, safe to say I had a good team
No 'I' but it spells mate, you'll see
So conflicted, remember you saying
It's not just women, some men are bitches
So true, I miss realism
This mental anguish is also a prison
Don't chase numbers, it'll catch you
Wont make you happy, heard you rhyming, over a trap beat
Drop that poetry, it'll make homies cry
Those fake boys all tryna get verified
Fast forward, no one took you out the group chat
I hope you know that, one of them even got your name tatt'
You took a group and made a crew
Now none of these messages have a tick coloured blue
We're dogs 'til we're bones
Just.. text me when you get home
James Perring
O/B/O DistroKid