Lyrics Letter From Hong Kong - Bohan Phoenix

Yeah, it's like 3:30 AM right now
I know you never been here, but
I think when you do you would love it, you know?
Anyways

It ain't October, but I'm falling
You say it's over, but I'm calling
I see you folding, but I'm all in, yeah
Feel like a sober alcoholic, shit
I been tripping for like two days
Funny 'cause I ain't got no shoelace
You know I always been the boots type, uh
I know you probably found a new type, yeah
I coulda had a couple guesses
He bought you litty VVS', uh
Put ya name down on those guest lists
But, I know you feel the pressure
I know, you know, I know you better
You know we been through rougher weathers, yeah
And I know you tougher than that leather
On those purses that he bought ya
But, now the question is, whether you
Wanna be forever with him like I do wit' you
But you probably looking at me like, Bohan's a fool
Telling all your girlfriends that I'm nothing to you
Lies, thats not true
Not what you said when I was nutting in you
I'm not tryna be vulgar, I just wanna talk to ya
Know if I sent you flowers, you probably throw 'em out
And to think that you used to show 'em out
Like look at what my boy got me
And all your friends used to say I waste all my money
You know it's 'cause their boyfriends never loved them prolly
So now I write songs, maybe chill with the peeps
I don't even smoke now, 'cause they testing my pee
And my hair too, I mean not that I care too
Much about getting high, matter fact, I'm scared to
What if when I smoke I'm reminded of you?
All them blunts, yeah, maybe I was blunted by you
Every time I reached out reprimanded by you
And so I hope you hear this song
'Cause I got way too much pride to hit you again
All the emails, text messages, and DMs
By the way not saying I wanna be him
Just reminiscing back on how the story begins
Look, boy meets girl, girl don't like him
Annoyed her so much until she wanna fight him
They fall in love, two becomes one
Then time comes along and everything is undone
It's been three years since the last time I saw ya
I think I wrote this so I never have to call ya, again
And you the only reason I don't like California
So this the last song I write for ya, yeah, yeah

You done fucked up California for me girl, yeah