How we go from text to email
Talking ’bout the way that we felt?
We fell, we fell (we fell)
We fell out (yeah)
You say that I’m a sellout (sellout)
Well, now, what’s that?
Flashy cars, foreign broads in my head
Just can’t get over it, all my favor shows in it
Summertime, gettin’ right in my head
Just can’t get over it, oh, my love is gone again
I’ve been, I’ve been up in my room
It’s pathetic, I’ll admit it, but to tell you the truth
I’ve just been deep inside my head, and all that’s starting to prove
Is that you’re never safe from worry, guess it’s best that I knew
Leveled up on my budget, I’m still subjected to moods
You’re supposed to be by my side, you busy watching the moon
You pick me up around noon, and I’m all out of good news
Hope we get out of here soon
Well shit, if only you knew (okay)
Back and forth, we stumbling forward
Don’t know what you come over here for, to bring me a storm
I gave you all I had then more, you asking for more
I wish we could have lasted for more, you cutting me short
I got voices in my head, that won’t stop singing your name
And only 25% of my pain is champagne
I’m insane, can’t complain
That’s the name, of the game
‘Cause the fame like the rain
When contained, it’s okay
If it change, fill the plains
Ain’t no rainbow for me
When it go, save my soul
Take my hopes and my dreams
Apologies are only valuable with details
You always tellin’ me, “Sorry”, I know you mean well
You dead to me, I’m the same, I hope you grieve well
You block my number, my social, you block my email
That’s okay, I know what time it is
You on some mindless shit, I think it’s obvious
Flashy cars (flashy cars)
Foreign broads (foreign broads) in my head
Just can’t get over it, all my favor shows in it
Summertime (summertime), gettin’ right in my head
Just can’t get over it, oh, my love is gone again
Which is one of my favorite singers of all time
You know I don’t see her enough, Queen Latifah
Yo, what’s up, babe? Yeah, I just hopped in the whip
Man, don’t even start with all that bullshit
C’mon, there’s always some new shit
I don’t know why you do this shit
I give you anything you want, I treat you nice
Matter of fact? You know, I’m ’bout to come to swoop you
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go, c’mon
Anywhere, you know? We can go to…
What about Florida? Costa Rica?
Yeah, what about London? It’s nice to meet you, yeah
Singapore, Bora Bora, and Dubai
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