“It… it was you [stutters]
I have to get some things off my chest.
Things lately have been an abundance of crazy
Way too hectic.
I should’ve called,
I wanted to
I thought about it, deeply
Deeper then I should've, like what I’m doing now.
But, I realized some things.
Some things you did that turned me against me
And I will never get over that.
The way you man.
With intentions gone sour and missing backboard
When you were at great reach
…
You went and played me like those other types
And I just bled into you like babies in bellies burying bodies for birth rights
baby, my whole life
I’ve been so naive in the paint it took me long to retrieve
and I’ve been searching— that’s where I went wrong
I went searching for you in between vacant parking lot troubles
And Sunday prayers
When God told me not to go searching,
Because if love wanted to pursue you
It’ll do so
It’ll go knocking on your door, not you knocking on his
and he’s absent
… [breathes]
I’ve given last breathe in exchange for all this but
You were just a puff puff pass
This massive attack on the way I relax
You’ve come here all play
Forged these love letters and claimed it was the he say she say that broke us away
But it was you.
It was you,
you, you, you, you [she tenses]
It was you... [breathes]
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