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