R.I.P
To the girl you used to be
R.I.P
Sipping D'usse and lemonade in her honor
Ain't have shawty, so it's no way that I lost her
We've been off and on, five years strong
All we have are these years
All we have are these songs
Took that flight to Austin, TX
Baby just for you
Doing donuts in my rental
Something like voodoo
We made our own music
At times we played the wrong notes
I remember you told me that it sound like
I only want the beat when it's not mine
Well maybe that's true
But it only led me back to you
My eternal boo
We both misplaced the truth
Fell in love with an enigma
I did it for the Graham
Ain't rarely take no pics
But, your friends know who I am
We made our own music
At times we played the wrong notes
Copped a seven
Rolled some Dutches in her honor
Ain't have shawty
So it's no way that I lost her
No I ain't Mariah
But you'll always be my baby
It hurt when I realized I turned you into me
2/11 and 11/2
Is it esoteric what connects me you
Whatever it is, we made our own music
At times we played the wrong notes
It's messing with my mind, just ship my shit
Don't want you to come over
She say I'm only vulnerable when I'm not sober
We made our own music
At times we played the wrong notes