Lyrics: Devante Vaughan
Music: Deavnte Vaughan
Should’ve known that I was due to call
Before you ask, everything’s perfectly imperfect like as usual
Right now you’re probably working I’m sat on this platform going to the dough
Course I been keepin’ these raps up
Red table talk how my episodes touch souls
But it’s been months
and a few weeks
Since I last seen you we been busy
You got a new job in the city
I know what you’re on this for this season
From my brother I’m not needing much
Just tryna catch joke, reason up
I’m flaming up you know I had to do it
No ones handling or holding candles to it
There’s growing pains I’m still getting to
There’s weight on my brain I’m still fighting though
I’m aware nobody really guided you,
There’s things that I wish I was guided through
And you’ve been distant without trying to
And I get it, but I should rely on you
Cuz you’ve been there before me
And you fought through hell
Natural we figure shit out for ourselves
Genetics we’re tougher than nails
Same way my struggles are safe nowhere else
My train is coming through speeding
I might be busy in the evening
Let me know your breathing
Hit me when you see this
Money moving talking less frequent
Assuming you’re good is too easy
I reach the voicemail,
wrong time
I’ll leave it
**** it. Hit me when you see this
**** it. Hit me when you see this!
Speeding
I finished class I’m leaving
On the next chapter Reading,
how I’m back to London with achievements
She said I’d always forget her
How you mean you don’t know that you been a
Stand out
Knowing her she would disagree
In little ways you held it down for me
To my crib,
In you I found me a down bitch,
Go rounds with, I would spend hours in it
Til one of us would throw the towel in
I don’t talk a lot to any girl I got
You knew that but to you I’d open up
My homebody more was not enough cooked a bit and asked me if I called my mum
You knew I’d stay single that was clear
I didn’t know it would come to where
When I would leave, there would be this part of me that wishes I could bring you here
I’m all for the moments
that to fade black
But our shit looks golden
I’m sayin that
I still wanna know if you’re good
Anything that you need you just hit me you know you could
Lifestyle was too cush
Unfair how you looked
Our time goes down in my book
You should know where you stood
I hope your lil bros is blessed
And your old man is less stressed
**** a text let my voice show I mean it
Its been a minute
Hit me when you see this
Money moving talking less frequent
Assuming you’re good is too easy
I reach the voicemail,
wrong time
I’ll leave it
**** it. Hit me when you see this,
**** it. Hit me when you see this!