Wasn't Meant to Be
Confusing days confusing times
Confuse me with some smiles and then look me in my e-y-e
Stars don't align, shit, just realized
Months already marked, no distance 'tween you and I
Do I seem obvious? Stare at the audience
See copies of a face I'm too familiar with, oh shit, I'm dodging
Get on the car and shotgun just for the front seat
Shooting randomly whatever hits like it's fantasy
People better try to stay focused and go more open
How open can I be when it interferes with something?
There's not a middle ground with more than two in the picture
And when it comes to one there's always episodes of speech
Like "You were funny" "I miss ya", keep on minding your business
Don't look at all your sides, if you don't wanna be tripping
Don't expect the chances to come and knock at your door
But if the chance is somebody else's job then stay low
Yuh, yuh
3 A.M in bed and I'm wondering what is real
3 years since we met and I'm wondering how I feel
Streets of San Francisco, pieces of my dreams ho
Wasn't meant to be though
Wasn't meant to be though
Wasn't meant to be though
4 a.m. in bed, where did it go wrong?
Foreign feelings reappearing I hope they're not long
Forging mistakes and the promises made into this my ephemeral and strong
Messaging please don't commit my same wrongs, won't you please hear my song?
I still don't give a shit, and I don't give a damn
'Cause I'm fucking on this bitch and I'm fucking on her man
I don't need this bullshit to be the best I can be
Be the best I can be
Confuse me with some smiles and then look me in my e-y-e
Stars don't align, shit, just realized
Months already marked, no distance 'tween you and I
Do I seem obvious? Stare at the audience
See copies of a face I'm too familiar with, oh shit, I'm dodging
Get on the car and shotgun just for the front seat
Shooting randomly whatever hits like it's fantasy
People better try to stay focused and go more open
How open can I be when it interferes with something?
There's not a middle ground with more than two in the picture
And when it comes to one there's always episodes of speech
Like "You were funny" "I miss ya", keep on minding your business
Don't look at all your sides, if you don't wanna be tripping
Don't expect the chances to come and knock at your door
But if the chance is somebody else's job then stay low
Yuh, yuh
3 A.M in bed and I'm wondering what is real
3 years since we met and I'm wondering how I feel
Streets of San Francisco, pieces of my dreams ho
Wasn't meant to be though
Wasn't meant to be though
Wasn't meant to be though
4 a.m. in bed, where did it go wrong?
Foreign feelings reappearing I hope they're not long
Forging mistakes and the promises made into this my ephemeral and strong
Messaging please don't commit my same wrongs, won't you please hear my song?
I still don't give a shit, and I don't give a damn
'Cause I'm fucking on this bitch and I'm fucking on her man
I don't need this bullshit to be the best I can be
Be the best I can be
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Writer(s): Edson Peralta Lezama
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