I wish I had your number still, I wish we kicked it still, I pray you're on
your grind still, cause you know I'm on mine still. And maybe that's
why I ain't attempted to get back in your life, random thoughts of you
got me wonderin' why, I had to go fall for the lust, when in due time my
love would have been enough, I took a couple scratches and scuffs, a
small sacrifice for you when it was all said and done. But what's more
important the gushy stuff, or the bank account adding up? Maybe one day
I'll get to see you in your prime. We could rekindle flames and create a
brighter light, and a hotter fire, cause you're the one I always
desire.
