| Good evening
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| How’s everybody feeling out there
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| Y’all good?
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| I talk my shit again?
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| I really don’t know where we should go from here
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| It feels like time is escaping
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| I don’t want to waste it nooooo
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| But in the back of my mind
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| It feels like, like we should just let it go
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| Where do we go?
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| You ain’t gotta adore me or keep it friendly
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| And even if you ain’t for me, don’t be against me
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| Your people tell you ignore me and say it simply
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| But you get lonely and call me, that always tempts me
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| We get caught in the moment and then we fall back
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| Then I get horny and you take that as a crawl back
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| Now there’s an irony hidden if you can call it that
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| I walk all over you, yet you be on my doormat
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| And unbeknownst to you, that whole plan of attack
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| She sayin' only with me does her sanity lack
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| Her truth come out when she drunk, but I amnesty that
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| I talk logic and she screamin' profanity back
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| Now when I think long term, you can’t hand me that
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| But for now she need a crutch
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| There I am to take advantage of the handicap
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| Just me givin' you truth, I don’t demand it back
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| Guess I’m just a fan of facts, hope you understandin' that
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| I really don’t know where we should go from here
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| It feels like time is escaping
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| I don’t want to waste it nooooo
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| But in the back of my mind
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| It feels like, like we should just let it go
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| Where do we go?
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| Check it, I’m like royalty around y’all
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| Down to fall with niggas I feel as loyal as me
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| Which is prolly why loyalty is my downfall
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| Got few friends that be coyin' me to count more
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| But steel sharpens steel, let me sound off
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| Still gotta question your will and what you’re down for
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| It’s real, I question your wheels, wish they was round more
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| The ilk of your found cloth are you built for the downpour
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| All I try to do is lead by example
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| Seems some are content with niggas feedin' them a sample
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| Tried to create a path, know the streets can be a handful
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| Me I made it out without degrees on the mantle
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| Though my money good, I’m overseas gettin' ample
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| It’ll never mean the snakes and all the leeches I can handle
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| The bond is broke now, I believe it’s gettin' trampled
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| Gotta pick up your pants, wear your creases like a man do
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| I really don’t know where we should go from here
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| It feels like time is escaping
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| I don’t want to waste it nooooo
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| But in the back of my mind
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| It feels like, like we should just let it go
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| Where do we go?
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| It’s been weeks now, maybe we both feel so weak now
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| Time’s past, should be cool for us to speak now
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| And you got so much pride, was no surprise
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| I had to reach out, shit, you used to creep through my house
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| Outside of bein' fine, I always said you was cool
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| You would leave in time to get your son ready for school
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| And I’ll admit, that was admirable
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| Suckin' me off every night without you ever losin' sight of what you had to do
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| Fucked for seven months straight, shit was magical
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| You broke it off over shit that wasn’t factual
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| How could I fuck with you?
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| With you actin' so gullible and all, I’m reluctant to move forward
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| You fell in love with me quick, was down to wait for me
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| But that held us down, was like a weight for me
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| You wanted answers
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| Said we can’t keep fuckin' without a title, you won’t sit back idle
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| And to me it was intangibles
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| Reasons I couldn’t be the man for you
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| Part of why a nigga ran from you
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| Part of why I was passive and dismissive
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| Why we had that awkward goodbye and I ain’t fix it
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| Why I let your Bimmer pull off and I ain’t miss it
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| I lied cause the truth was really none of your business
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| I felt like the hostings, was a hoe thing
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| Late nights, strip clubs, really the whole thing
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| But that’s my own baggage in fact
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| Plus you slept with other rappers at that
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| Just some shit that tamed my own brain, this is after the fact
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| It’s my bad, not yours, I know the past is the past
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| I’m hopin' all’s forgiven, you not stuck in that time
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| Maybe we can fuck one last time, I’m playin' with you
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| Here’s to bein' grown and communicatin' issues
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| We was never together but a nigga stayin' with you
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| I really don’t know where we should go from here
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| It feels like time is escaping
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| I don’t want to waste it nooooo |
| But in the back of my mind
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| It feels like we should just let it go
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go from here?
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| What are we doin'?
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| Where do we come from?
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Can I talk my shit again?
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| Joey
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Parks let me get one more
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| I remember it like it just happened
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| Scratch that, can’t dismember it, it just happened
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| Funny how one death’ll let these mishaps in
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| That’s exactly what’s about to occur
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| I defer, here’s the stinger
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| I’m right where I grew up and lost my finger
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| How we let it all linger?
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| Whole family in black where you used to reside
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| All here to say our final goodbyes
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| Them to you, me to them
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| My thought with every tear that I cried
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| Whole mornin' I was mournin' family that had survived
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| Now that you are gone, you took with you all of the magic that you performed
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| And so our issues of a much deeper root is born
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| The weight fell, don’t know who it’s on
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| And since our glue is gone, this is how we movin' on
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| Truth in song, all quiet like the mute is on
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| Speak to me from Heaven above if I’m doin' this wrong
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| Say somethin'
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| Just let a nigga know you hear me
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Rest in peace
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| What up?
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| Where do we go
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Understand me?
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| Do anybody hear me?
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| Joey
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| I love you
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| Where do we go from here? |