Could it Be... (feat. Kayen Wilborn, Jordan Mason & Josh Small)
That night you went to get advice from your pastor
I said I could get it right
Don't throw the baby out with the bad love
I wasn't too proud to break down
I just had no where else to go
But could it be a better time
Now that I've had some chance to grow?
It was a Monday when I called you up
Just to say what's in my heart
Could that be the reason
That you never picked up cause you knew right from the start
Could it be could it be
My love tore us apart?
But just know this
My love ain't a la carte
I'm shaking down shaking down my resolve
You shoulda learned from the lessons that you cant recall
Could it be could it be
Whoah no
Next time don't bother at all.
I write words at inappropriate times
I almost brought out my demise
In a tunnel on its side
Of light devoid
No noise just silence
Getting dressed is just a reminder
I'm still looking to find her
But running out of time
Only writing one-liners in loose pages of binders
That's when my boss told me give up on scheme
So I quit my day job and I kept my day dream
Fuck what you think cause it ain't what it seems
And if it is then it's none of your business anyway
That's how I feel
My only thought was ever being too real
You only think never say
That's why your situation never change
You stayed put I came back
Cause I knew where to find you
After two winters and two summers
Grinding all day through the struggle
Even-number of flower petals
I love you, not
A dozen roses but thirty-two to remind you
Of what it is what it could've been
Now it's all dead
Now my pen inks with vengeance for what they all said
What's the point of my predicament if I stay down?
Hey now, indicate you've got something to say now
OOO they finna learn here's the lesson plan
Write a song a day in the rain as I wade in the water
It's cool in school
I'm with the sharks and the minnows
I'm swimming in a world where all my walls is windows
They like oh shit oh shit he throwing bricks
I ain't one to judge
Fuck it if the shoe fits
I heard the altar call but I don't fuck with pulpits
And I'm cool yeah I'm cool right now
Ice cube shit
I said I could get it right
Don't throw the baby out with the bad love
I wasn't too proud to break down
I just had no where else to go
But could it be a better time
Now that I've had some chance to grow?
It was a Monday when I called you up
Just to say what's in my heart
Could that be the reason
That you never picked up cause you knew right from the start
Could it be could it be
My love tore us apart?
But just know this
My love ain't a la carte
I'm shaking down shaking down my resolve
You shoulda learned from the lessons that you cant recall
Could it be could it be
Whoah no
Next time don't bother at all.
I write words at inappropriate times
I almost brought out my demise
In a tunnel on its side
Of light devoid
No noise just silence
Getting dressed is just a reminder
I'm still looking to find her
But running out of time
Only writing one-liners in loose pages of binders
That's when my boss told me give up on scheme
So I quit my day job and I kept my day dream
Fuck what you think cause it ain't what it seems
And if it is then it's none of your business anyway
That's how I feel
My only thought was ever being too real
You only think never say
That's why your situation never change
You stayed put I came back
Cause I knew where to find you
After two winters and two summers
Grinding all day through the struggle
Even-number of flower petals
I love you, not
A dozen roses but thirty-two to remind you
Of what it is what it could've been
Now it's all dead
Now my pen inks with vengeance for what they all said
What's the point of my predicament if I stay down?
Hey now, indicate you've got something to say now
OOO they finna learn here's the lesson plan
Write a song a day in the rain as I wade in the water
It's cool in school
I'm with the sharks and the minnows
I'm swimming in a world where all my walls is windows
They like oh shit oh shit he throwing bricks
I ain't one to judge
Fuck it if the shoe fits
I heard the altar call but I don't fuck with pulpits
And I'm cool yeah I'm cool right now
Ice cube shit
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Mason
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