We could have been top five
We could have made doves cry
Now everything's different
Side effects of loving with no intentions
No regrets but tell me where my friend went
Look I know you want a real nigga
And I want you in the worst way
Tired of playing games (Tired of playing games)
Is it too late to turn around
Did we go down every route
One day I'll get the message
Memories associated with images all attached
You with your newest nigga I used to be all in that
From touching heaven's sky it seems I've fallen flat
You got your masters you look good in a cap and gown
I peeped it on the gram been meaning to track you down
That's toxic (That's toxic)
Just hit me whenever you back in town
One star 69 you coming right back around
My eyes they can't believe
Damage already done the quality seen in me
Cancel any possibility ever that you would leave
Last night I had a dream you were here close to me
Shotgun in the Saturn is where you supposed to be
Your scents potpourri I still got your rosary
In iPhone no rotary you over me