October 31, 2011
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I guess……
what am I to do with all of what’s left?
What you supposed to do when it’s all been said?
What you gonna do when the familiar ain’t there?
What you gonna do when smoke turns to air?I swear, I been all in, since the beginnin’,
In class I couldn’t focus, you were my riddlin,
Whenever you talk, I try to listen;
Trust, even if I’m smokin’, I still hear it.
All them problems you been goin’ through;
On hold,
Love songs playin’,
I hope I get a hold of you.
Fuck everybody else, it’s like, “fred, you know I miss the older you.”
This shit is always changin’, fuck the transformations, I’m still that older dude.
And if you don’t think so, then I don’t think you met me.
So many ” I love you’s,” everytime I meant it.
And still, them bitches hit me on the celly;
Everytime they ask a nigga, “fred? do you remember?”
I swear, I never ever try to,
You got my opinion, no apologies, you weren’t lied to.
I know they say I ain’t the right dude.
And I say, na, you just ain’t got the time………..True.
