Legacy (with PJ)

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Rollin' around in Lincoln Town Cars on our way to the stars.

Gas in a bottle, wishin' I found a way to make time stop.

In times so vacated, ridin' with gangsters with they hammers on cock.

I'm infatuated, never know who you found the -day, every day that I'm not.

-I know you got a lotta demons cloggin' up your past.

I can do some cleanin' up for you, but I know we won't last past the wintertime, 'cause summer's comin', and a nigga tryin' to hit a dime or two.

But come next fall, I'm findin' you, and we can do it all again.

My niggas call it legacy. I fear that the best days I've had are not ahead of me. And 'cause of that,

I'm searchin' for the one that got away from me.

So busy lookin' back that I can't see what God has made for me.

And I be textin' you, textin' you.

I'm tryna find the one who got away from me.

Yeah, I'm still textin' you, textin' you. Hey,

I'm tryna find the one who got away.

Commitment issues, I can't even decide what's for dinner.

Pardon these selfish flows. I need a Yelp for hoes. I need to read reviews, 'cause some of the evil that

I seen you do is unbelievable. Menopause shit, inconceivable.

Tennis ball shit, causin' that racket outside my mama house. What's it all about?

Guess it's a thin line between love and hate. The love we make is temporary like this lovely place

I'm livin' in. Wait, that's contemporary. Never mind, I'm trippin' then.

But then again, it's hard to settle in this modern era.

We could be as tight as that dress you barely fittin' in, but my fear of missin' out has got me on a trip again.

Ride into the A-town, the A-town. Tour bus, no Greyhound. My lust is profound.

Your trust just breaks down. Your heart don't glue back, quite right.

My heart is too black. Like white flight that pushed the people to the suburbs.

Now they want their city back, so they raise the rent and the property tax.

Why I feel like in a few years I'll relate to that, knowin' I let you go and regrettin' that fact.

'Cause I done spent so long playin' games and holdin' back from givin' all of me, too scared that I won't get it back.

And yes, I'm well aware I rhymed the word "back" with "back," 'cause that's exactly the direction that I'm tired of lookin' at.

And that's why I be textin' you, textin' you.

I'm tryna find the one who got away from me.

Textin' you, textin' you. Hey,

I'm tryna find the one who got away. Yeah.

Rollin' around in Lincoln Town Cars on our way to the stars.

Gas in a bottle, wishin' I found a way to make time stop.

In times so vacated, ridin' with gangsters with they hammers on cock.

I'm infatuated, never know who you found the day, every day that I'm not. And I'm still textin' you, textin' you.

If you text me back and you didn't stop, I'll be in town with no options.

And I be textin' you, textin' you.

Call me when you wanna fly, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tell you all the reasons why, yeah, yeah, yeah. Youngins turn into old, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Summers turn into snow, yeah, yeah, yeah. Memories in lullabies, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Floatin' in a lonely sky, yeah, yeah, yeah. When the weather's gettin' cold, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're the one I wanna hold, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Even back then, we knew what road to choose.

Gave me so much time, and there's that much more to lose.

Even back then, we knew what road to choose.

Gave me so much time, and there's that much more to lose.