Lyrics:
(Bridge: Kyroe)
If we're not talking money, what the hell we talking about
If we're not talking money, what the hell we talking about
If we're not talking money, tell me what it's about - Come again
If we're not talking money, I shouldn't be around - no
(Verse 1: Kyroe)
Man it's like this, I don't really give a sh**
I came to do what I do, that's just how it is
If they wanna take it there, then we can take it there
They ran up on a n***a tryna make it up the stairs
Life ain't always fair that much is clear
On my quest to happiness, I shed these tears
For my fallen soldiers that ain't here
And still I hear, the conversations we once shared
(Chorus: Kyroe)
Way Before
Long Ago
Way before baby
Just let it go
Way Before
Long Ago
Way before baby
Just let it go
(Verse 2: Rish)
It's like back and fourth, back and fourth, back and fourth
So I pull a cord, pull a cord, pull a cord
Remember when I used to pick you up in my ford
Now I'm pluggin' in the XLR cord
I'm really sure, this is my cure
Mixed with a load of draw
Who would of knew this was in store
A player become a lover
I didn't think I would encounter
The tables turned on me, sh** this is Karma
Can't even keep a partner
Love life's a disaster
Well I've only seen my mothers
That story with murder
Any innocent art
But I'm trying hard to make this last
But a**umptions like a blast to my heart
I take a big gasp of air
Coz I'm lost over here
You're really not making it clear
When I'm with you, feels right to stare
Coz I feel right when I'm there
But I can't bare to air
I'm second on your list
If that's the case, then give me a miss, give me a miss
(Chorus: Kyroe)
(Verse 3: Kyroe)
I never meant to hurt ya
Honestly I don't deserve ya
When all that sh** was said and done
It's like it was on purpose
Looking back at how we were, would we have made it further
I'm thinking 'bout what's meant for me and what was sent to me
Why they getting that? I can really rap
Do they really bang? Ohh how many fans?
I'm still growing mine? I should pay no mind
She said she got a man, I don't understand
Where's your n***a at? Have you made plans?
It's your birthday, you should be in Amsterdam
Getting high and if he can hit it, then you bet I can
If he don't hit it, then you know, where I am
I was in the studio for a minute and I
Lost you for a second, I'm too busy damn
I'm never giving day to where my heart at
When she needs me that's when I'm around
When she don't there is no sound
Looking at us now I've never been so happy
It's like I'm sixteen with the track suit, hair nappy
Nothin' matters
Just right now
She has a man, I understand
He's a sideman where's he at?
This conversations jealousy
I'm busy making strategy
I'd rather be, where you at, too bad
You can't three me from my own cell
Own hell
I never tell of what's inside of me
What I really felt
All the times I fell for believing my ideas
They so fun, make her believe she da one
But in reality, she's a beat you see
And probably f** my salary, it doesn't to me no more I'm so torn
Ahh