Saw you on the road the other day
Fucked up hood, red fender, and everything
Every time I see your face it brings pain
Even though I'm hurt, I feel the same
I wonder if you're still talking to mouth-breathing lames
Everything I do, it won't ever be the same
Seeing how we separated,
We both do our thing
I don't know why, I feel like you take away pain
I don't need the fame
You don't even need to be sane
But to be serious, I do feel furious
Why don't you give me the talk that we need
It's been a whole year
It brought me to tears
But I moved on
The past is now gone
Imagine if we could both dance to this song
We'll still get along
I cannot hold on
Telling myself I got to let go
My brain contemplating
She is or isn't a hoe
The answer is no, I hope
As I'm still smoking this dope
Kush my aroma
She hates smelling weed