Happy Belated (Her Version)

Yeah
Money ain't disaster repellant
But these bands work better than some anti-depressants
I'm saying
I feel like the man for a second
Then it's back to the pad
And, you know, I'm feeling sad once again
Think I want the bands for a second
Then the last one to blow up from my block
Yeah, I heard he got blammed
That's why I don't want the bands
What
I mean, facts
Money ain't disaster repellent
But these bands work better than some anti-depressants
I wish I could take it all back for a second
Never mind
I don't got time to regret shit
I been moving slow since the rhymes got aggressive
I been on the road all the time she don't get it
"Bazz, where you at?"
Yeah, I already texted
She already texted back
So, why you mad I'm on the gram
Saying you love me way more than the fans
Damn
I know you don't understand
Took me a minute to be who I am
It took way more than a minute to peep
It was sort of a scam
Now, I'm just sorting through bands
Money ain't even what's keeping me off of the xans
But I been burning through grams
Bae, this is just who I am
I don't got too much to say
She said "Bazz, where you at?"
Told her that I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm on the way

bazzwya

Hello
Babou

Yo bro, what's up
How you been
How are you

Hey Bazz
Give me a call back when you get a minute



Credits
Writer(s): Babou Gaye
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