Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothin to play wit
Soap opera rappers, all these niggas sound like 'All My Children'.
My ex ask me where I'm moving I said 'On to better things.'
Faded way too long, I'm floatin in and out of consciousness
I'm confused tell me where we go wrong? I was sure that I would be with you for so long.
And I met your baby moms last night. We took a picture together, I hope she frames it. And I was drinking at the Palms last night. And ended up losing everything that I came with.