I really could've made my own song out of this
But Cole got one
It's hard to heal a broken heart when you got one
I'm on my third
It's a age-old topic but it's getting on my nerves
Since you into karma, let me get what I deserve
I'm a grown man having a discussion with a verse
To see our best times, we should put us in reverse
I bet you can see my soul if I it fit inside your purse, huh
You talking biz like my rap gig working
If anything, my show money tithes for the churches
I ain't paid T-Mobile, I was tired of the service
Phone 400 but the conversation worthless
Grown men with they hand out
Young women with they pants down
Glad lying to a woman don't appeal to me
Or I'd probably be halfway to hell now
Spend the night, we'll make eggs in the morning
Stop lying to ourselves like we both got it figured out
Pull some pictures out
Laugh at bad decisions that we made when we lift the pride up and put our feelings down
Mid-twenties that's a funny time to be around
Finding yourself while you try to balance being down
But while you picking out your new ID
You can still come home and I'll still be me
For real