I can't seem to put my finger on it.
Baby, where you been or rather where you goin'?
We used to chill all the time.
I used to always write you rhymes.
There's a subtle difference between being ignored and actually not having time.
When you text me I always would reply.
Things ain't the same when I hit your line.
What changed, was it me?
Who's to blame, this crazy society?
I remember when that weapon of mass destruction between your thighs was mine.
One press of a button and we were at war.
I had these other broads waitin' in line.
Girl you had me to my core.
Should I elaborate more?
Or was what we once had a learning experience deleted?
One that we'll never have completed.
