Turnover
Yo
The ball is in your court
I leave up to God
That's whenever I fall short
Try to beat the odds
Like whenever I call sports
I'm winning every game that I play
A shame that I say
That I did all I could
Days wasting away
Cuz you never wrote back
Cuz you never wrote back
Cuz you never wrote back
But I'm content with it
No regrets I confess
That I do miss it
But you don't listen
You been out for a while
Like you gone fishing
Take an inch or a mile
And I'm gon give it
Try to paint me like I'm vile
I'ma dismiss it
Oh you must be in denial
Oh you big tripping
Cuz I said my fucking peace
And you went missing
Yeah you went missing
That ain't my fault, though
Ears closed when I try to fucking talk, yo
What's it all for
You ain't got a point to prove
But you talk more
Tryna put me in your shoes
Tryna make me fucking choose
'Tween tryna take the fall
In your lost soles
Or saying fuck it all
Let it all close?
Having zero friends to call
Guess they all foes
All these issues to resolve
And we all know
That it's up to you
To repair
What we all broke
It isn't fair
But oh well
Oh you scared?
Couldn't tell
Cuz you don't communicate
Of course we all know that
Hanging up on my my calls
Never called you back
Putting up these fucking walls
But they all gon crack
Nitpicking all my flaws
Like we all not wack
Like we all don't slack
Certain things in your life
That you can't give back
Certain things out of spite
That I did way back
I can admit that
But why the fuck can you not even text me back
But why the fuck can you not even text me back
The ball is in your court
I leave up to God
That's whenever I fall short
Try to beat the odds
Like whenever I call sports
I'm winning every game that I play
A shame that I say
That I did all I could
Days wasting away
Cuz you never wrote back
Cuz you never wrote back
Cuz you never wrote back
But I'm content with it
No regrets I confess
That I do miss it
But you don't listen
You been out for a while
Like you gone fishing
Take an inch or a mile
And I'm gon give it
Try to paint me like I'm vile
I'ma dismiss it
Oh you must be in denial
Oh you big tripping
Cuz I said my fucking peace
And you went missing
Yeah you went missing
That ain't my fault, though
Ears closed when I try to fucking talk, yo
What's it all for
You ain't got a point to prove
But you talk more
Tryna put me in your shoes
Tryna make me fucking choose
'Tween tryna take the fall
In your lost soles
Or saying fuck it all
Let it all close?
Having zero friends to call
Guess they all foes
All these issues to resolve
And we all know
That it's up to you
To repair
What we all broke
It isn't fair
But oh well
Oh you scared?
Couldn't tell
Cuz you don't communicate
Of course we all know that
Hanging up on my my calls
Never called you back
Putting up these fucking walls
But they all gon crack
Nitpicking all my flaws
Like we all not wack
Like we all don't slack
Certain things in your life
That you can't give back
Certain things out of spite
That I did way back
I can admit that
But why the fuck can you not even text me back
But why the fuck can you not even text me back
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Writer(s): Daylon Munoz
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