Текст песни Demos - Bizzy Crook feat. Michael Hernandez

Yo, yo, yo

She says I only call her up when I'm drunk dialin'
I've been writing 'bout you for like six albums
Top down, pray I see you at a light or somethin'
As a youngin, thoughts of, "Ayy, you'd be my wife or somethin'"
I was wrong, now we hardly talk at all
Used to think you'd be Vanessa to my Kobe when I ball
I ain't have it then, guess you wasn't havin' it
I ain't even have a whip, now your boy's established
You was there when I was broke
You the one I wanted to impress the most
Used to have my back, where'd you go?
This is not the same nigga from before
That used to take you out on lunch dates
Prayin' you ain't get the appetizer with the entree
Then you got dessert now, pockets used to hurt now
Back when I didn't work now, you was such a flirt
And when we got older, shit was only getting worse
'Cause you went from Chili's to wantin' prawn one twizzy
Guess my problem was I always liked bad bitties
With fake titties and tops down in the city
Had to put the plan in full effect (Full effect)
I just had a boss up when you left (When you left)
Used to dream of us inside of limos
Back when I was workin' on my demo
Air mattress on the floor
You was mine, I was yours, we gon' be at those awards
Dreams of you and me inside of limos
Back when I was workin' on my demo
Promise one day we gon' ball
Get whatever at the mall, 'cause with you, I had it all
Dreams of you and me inside of limos
Back when I was workin' on my demo
You used to be the one I thought I'd spend my whole life with
I'm sorry we ain't work out, I'm glad that life did
You never should've let me go, you knew I was flight risk
Places where we go, the menu don't show the prices
I got a good girl, but see, I tend to ignore her
And the girl I flew out, she resembles you sorta
Then again, my mama tells me that all of 'em do
But then I still write about you when it's all said and through
I wonder if you came through, would it be awkward for you?
'Cause I'm living off of somethin' you said I couldn't do
You probably hate to hear my name, probably with a lame
He an athlete, but he's never in the game
He's a baller, I'm a scholar
But I bet if I stood on top of my money, I'd be taller
I knew that you would leave me from the get-go
Back when I was workin' on my demo