Ghosted

Tsk. Tsk. Ask you where you been?
You tell me that you're busy ten times over again
I know you're bent over a book and fiddlin' with a pen
I know you bike around in circles, they're becomin' you're friends

I send you text after text and you ghosted me
I know that you never hanging out where you're supposed to be
Now you're attendin these events that you're hostin, we
Know that you get comp tickets and you smoke for free

I think you gon changed on us went and switched it up
I can't tell where you're going or what you're thinkin' of
It's like we ain't smart, fly, wild or pissed enough
To go roll with fresh new kid n stuff

What if we became famous?
Pretended that the transition wasn't that painless?
What if we became hot shit
What if you me n the squad had the option

I been ridin' outside, I been sighted in the night
MHMMM. MHMMM
I've been writin' down the lines, that's how I'm spendin' all my time
MHMMM. MHMMM

We were tighter back then, you n me n the friends
Eatin' burgers at midnight when our curfew was ten
We rode in your car cuz your car was the only one among us
Driving on the wrong side of the street, causin' ruckus

Couldn't touch us, we were wreckin' up the block
Gettin' into trouble gettin' burrs in our socks
Gettin' messy little lyrics that we spun until they rocked
The world was the canvas, and our paintings forgot

See you talk a lot of shit and I don't get why
And your nasty comebacks always in supply
I'd ask you to come back but I can't disguise
That somethin bout our friendship died

Guessin' why, you left and went missin' on us
We had something dope and now you're pissin' on us
But I guess I didn't know what my friendship was
Cuz only blank pages here is what you left for us

What if we became famous?
Pretended that the transition wasn't that painless?
What if we became hot shit
What if you me n the squad had the option

I been ridin' outside, I been sighted in the night
MHMMM. MHMMM
I've been writin' down the lines, that's how I'm spendin' all my time
MHMMM. MHMMM

So we got together and we assembled a plan
To get our friendship back to the way it began
We were vicious and diligent, we wanted you back
Here comes the ol' dirty, the return of the Mac!

Ah but you let the calls all fall to voicemail
And you left us all hanging on your coattails
And we wondered why the fuck we were trying so hard
To get a friend back to hang when he's growin' apart

So whatever we split and reenvisioned the gang
They ask "where is reverse? remember, he was the man"
And I don't know what to tell em because I don't understand
So I tell him that you're busy hanging out with your fans

Even though they yell out "Fuck 'em" I won't say it sincere
Because really it was way better when the squad was all here
Even though they yell out "Fuck 'em" I won't say it was true
Cuz now we're left out in the dust and we don't know what to do

What if we became famous?
Pretended that the transition wasn't that painless?
What if we became hot shit
What if you me n the squad had the option

I been ridin' outside, I been sighted in the night
MHMMM. MHMMM
I've been writin' down the lines, that's how I'm spendin' all my time
MHMMM. MHMMM

I haven't freshened up since yesterday
I haven't shaved at all
I need to transfer onto paper all the music that I scrawl
Just wait a second 'fore I tell you back it up and let me stall
I'll take another hit and fall before I'm biking up the wall