Lyrics : Reginald Becton/Nana Opong
Music : Reginald Becton/Nana Opong
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 everthing’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 u want a real nigga
And i want u 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 (ur all
That’s i’m needing(so lost
I’ve been meaing to (call
Can’t even (talk
For good reason (ur call
That i’m needing(so lost
I’ve been meaing to
One day i’ll get the message
Hold on it’s coming back
Memories associated with images all attached
U with ur newest nigga i used to be all in
From touching heaven’s sky it seems i’ve fallen
U got ur masters u lookk good in a cap
I peeped it on the gram been meaning to track
That’s toxic(That’s toxic
Just hit me whenever u back in town
One star 69 u coming right back around
It’s not u but it’s me
My heart cold my degrees
My eyes they can’t believe
Ur lines on dnd
Damage already done the quality seen in me
Cancel any possibility ever that u would
Last night i had a dream u were here close to
Shotgun in the saturn is where u supposed to
Ur scents potpourri i still got ur rosary
In iPhone no rotary u over me
But hopefully u(call
Can’t even (talk
For good reason (ur call
That i’m needing(so lost
I’ve been meaing to (call
Can’t even (talk
For good reason (ur call
That i’m needing(so lost
I’ve been meaing to (call
U know u better(talk
Ain’t going be no better(all
I can’t neglect u (call
U know u better(talk
Ain’t going be no better(all