Lyricist : Reginald Becton/Nana Opong

Composer : 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