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Getting letters from an ex, that i wish i never met
Getting calls after calls, shawty said she feels regret
I just mourn for the lost of the real callers
Now my pockets got fat and this hat makes me seam taller
Miss the ones that call me up, ask me how i’m feeling
Back in 6th grade, that nigga was the realest
But nigga no fronting i was waiting on the (beep)
Riding through my city still dreaming about the Lexis
Yo i pull up to the party smoking Marleys on my fresh shit
From the Carolina’s but a nigga on his fresh prince
Had the J’s on like 6th grade detention
I’m a Carolina rapper i could pay for your tuition
Like, Hello Hello, shawty caught my attention
Melo, Melo, i ball with precision
See your nails match your hair, hair match your figure
And your figure match your bag, but your bag don’t match your nigga
I was thinking about approaching so you know a nigga did
Now a couple weeks later, i wish i never did
Cause you hug me like you miss me and i wonder if you meant it
Hearing „Found A New Man” still respecting your decision like
Damn its all my fault, damn its all my fault
If you choose to move on who am i to blame you
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