Its not about love not about us none of what We use to be
And I was thinking bout how we fool around And us to
And I miss them days now its gone
I wish I could turn back the times of all
And I miss the touch of your hand
And I miss all the love again
Yeah tuff life sit with my hands tied cuffs Tight this is the cuff life sitting yelling f*ck Life nigga f*ck life
Sitting here reminiscing and missing the love And the remedy
Send my soul to the distance I carry it so Heavily
Im trying not to sway so im walking it so Steadily
Not to act afraid but im talking Hypothetically
Like this genetically connected through the Wedding ring
Knocking at your door
You aint letting in
Punching at the floor like please f*ckin let Me in
F*ckin let me in
Everytime you answer the phone im getting Answers like no
I didn't mean for them hoes im sorry baby Come home
Im popping xany alone so all this pain can Just go
Cause all these motherf*ckers in my head Are killing me slow
As I'm getting older and older I moulded Over my shoulder
Im looking back and its over I'm on my tip Toes I feel like I'm the lowest of lower
Swerving like drunk but I'm Sober let go its Over
Its over its over