Message (Ki)

Yea
Yea, yea yea
Uh

Since you can't talk Imma tell it like this
This ain't a song to rekindle our love ma it's more of a message
I've undergone changes
Messy ending I ain't like it
Them messages gone, deleted
Your words of dialect i see aren't the same
Clearly your mind frame changed
Seen the screenshotted convo of the group chat I saw the texts by you and it blew my brain
Questioning shit I can't even-
Fuck

There i go I've done it
A reference to the girl now my mentality's switched
Questioning shit now I can't even think straight
Viewing my profile why don't you text me
Been a while since I checked on you
Done with checkups anyway
Why should give out my care if it's never returned
Sat back watched and learned
Blocked yo number so a nigga don't bother
Prolly hates me I'm already a bother
Guilty feelings deep inside
When I was the nigga that said don't apologize for how you feel
We were never really one of the same but that doesn't mean I never loved you for real
What are the changes she's made
What are the chances that they either love me or hate me
What does she think of me
What does she see in me
What does she-
Maybe I should've gone over for closure,
Maybe I should've drove over to Pennsylvania
Spent a thousand just so we were both happy
No sympathy simp shit or pity
I can only hope that she stills trusts me
Believes me
Cares for me
Loves me

Ki
I wasn't the best at the end of it all
Almost did a thing with the ring and a paper
Rocked a taper and my locs with your bun and two braids,
Radiated joy from the soul that you have
Im absolutely at fault for the way that things ended

She told me that Imma good man,
I know she regretting it though
Jealous for what my attentions on you
Yea, subconsciously pushing me from you
Ready for her to take a nigga last name
But then a nigga mom came
Couldn't stand to do the name blame type shit
Assuming my character shit
Being open comes with subconscious consequences
No more trauma dumping, you got that right to decline
Without you I've been in mental decline
Heart heavy carry on from my ex
Never forget how you picked out my locs
Felt like a dream really thought we were locked
I did her wrong cause them feelings came back
Jack in the box got her sick to the stomach
Sleepless nights and tight stomachs

Ki
I wasn't the best at the end of it all
Should've gone over for closure
The fuck is closure anyway
Yea



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Writer(s): Jerrell Reed
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