Guess
I be saying
Fuck these super natural type of feelings i've been having
Since we called it quits
I never handle shit legit
Until the very end
I lost my bestest friend
And greatest inspiration on this earth
And if i new her worth before i fucked this up
Then it'd be different
But it aint
Got me stuck up in the paint
On the low block feeling faint
She could shoot a jay and never miss
Lady
Was the patron saint to everyone who crossed her path
She had this laugh that favors angel song
If you heard her voice
You'd have no choice just to surrender all
We saw our fall from heights we both of us had never been
The air was thin in heaven and the rent was high
But it was you and i
And all the stupid shit i put you through
I ain't too proud for beggin boo
I've been coming to terms about the future
How we thought it go
The plans we never made and had them saved all on their pinterest
I'd pay karma with interest
Just to hold your hand again
Watch you binge your favorite shows
Drop your comments when they may
Rub your head down to your ties
You never liked your feet
I always found it weird
I thought them shits was sweet
Kinda big but who cares
Had the coolest of hair
I miss the smile and the flair
The dedication to care
And crafting skin routine i miss this dream
Yet here i sit
Deep in this pit on own demise
Stupid games get stupid prize
And guess who won them all
Stupid games get stupid prize
And guess who won them all
Fuck these super natural type of feelings i've been having
Since we called it quits
I never handle shit legit
Until the very end
I lost my bestest friend
And greatest inspiration on this earth
And if i new her worth before i fucked this up
Then it'd be different
But it aint
Got me stuck up in the paint
On the low block feeling faint
She could shoot a jay and never miss
Lady
Was the patron saint to everyone who crossed her path
She had this laugh that favors angel song
If you heard her voice
You'd have no choice just to surrender all
We saw our fall from heights we both of us had never been
The air was thin in heaven and the rent was high
But it was you and i
And all the stupid shit i put you through
I ain't too proud for beggin boo
I've been coming to terms about the future
How we thought it go
The plans we never made and had them saved all on their pinterest
I'd pay karma with interest
Just to hold your hand again
Watch you binge your favorite shows
Drop your comments when they may
Rub your head down to your ties
You never liked your feet
I always found it weird
I thought them shits was sweet
Kinda big but who cares
Had the coolest of hair
I miss the smile and the flair
The dedication to care
And crafting skin routine i miss this dream
Yet here i sit
Deep in this pit on own demise
Stupid games get stupid prize
And guess who won them all
Stupid games get stupid prize
And guess who won them all
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Writer(s): Lance Washington
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