Attempt

I met her on a cooler day

She said she loved when the oowop sprayed, she held paint canisters

Huff those and they'll damage ya

RIP to the ones that burnt those just to fix up their word plays!

Two weeks later, who knew where she ran 'ta?

Went from being real cute to the biggest stan

Had the biggest plan to throw on my KanYe West face

Figure it was the worst case, at least I'd understand

Never had a good birthday, she left me a message

A year later and still haven't pressed seven, guess the devil possessed

I've got the fire in me... only when I light a cigarette

She says I've got the anger in me, I'm guessing her opinion is messed

I say I have the justifiable envy

Naw, envy is a bad word... maybe it's just disappointment in steps

Yeah because in truth I could've been without the text

The voice, the half bullshit mess saying we never would've worked

I guess, I'm just a step up from the curb

Or maybe I just fall for the birds

Maybe I don't talk when I need to, and get walked all over

Silly concrete, don't those six-inch high heels hurt?

You live and you learn, I live and I recount

I live and I return to the memories others tend to fade out

I never try to remember what she was yapping about

But wasn't I justified to open my mouth?; yessir !

Never in active pursuit of a common ground

I'm on a common ground, I haven't seen in ages

If you say I've reverted... clearly those four months you were gone

You missed out on various stages

Be it, here nor there... New York or Midwestlands

When I was with LAXes, with my styles perfected

When you were holding up flips in downtown Harlem

Hearing them say they love you on some next shit

We've had so many stories to pass to the bredrin

Sure... we've bragged and boasted to the exes but they tried to ignore

I'm speaking to myself at this point, so don't try to implore

I'm at the point where I'm tyring to ignore

I throw shots and you call foul with no flagrant in 'em

I call you fowl even when you're laced in denims

Bragging about how you've got suspicions

About how one comesssss cared but never kids 'em

Ehh, fuck it

Ain't even anymore to type to a thick-head.