[Verse 1]
(Oddisee)
You know
I meant to call you the other day
I saw this girl that resembled you on the boulevard
She had that dress on you bought when we were in Monterey
But didn't do it justice, I guess she thought she could pull it off
It's been a minute since you updated your page/ you was never into that
Guess I see you stuck to your ways
Remember when you called me to ask the meaning of ratchet
I explained it then you asked me to use it within a phrase
I saw it in the status of this chick & started laughing
You was always old fashion, I hope that you haven't change
Hope you answer my "how you been" with a "can't complain"
Any other response & I'll probably hop on a plane
Probably knock on your door, probably give you advice
End up spending the night & then fall in love with you twice
Yeah my phone bill's crazy from international roaming
But I really had to ask you how's it going
[Hook]
(Ralph Real)
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on, Hey
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on, Hey
What's going on
[Verse 2]
(Oddisee)
I spent months avoiding you now
We're on the same subway with our cordial smiles
Yeah I heard you moved to Brooklyn, but I'm hardly in town
I thought the odds of running into you we're modest till now
We living in the big apple on a small a** tree
It's kind of hard to branch out within this small a** scene
So we bump into each other on platforms
The perfect platform to start discussing why we more less beef
I'ma blame on timing, your school a**ignments, & work
You gon' put it all on my end a**umed I was doing dirt
In the territory I'm in, this is commonly with it
Women found of me tempting my honesty yeah I get it
Communication is first; we pushed it to other digits
Bringing it to the front I can't front on the fact we didn't
Testament to resilience an ending's a new beginning
Me, I'm just doing fine but it's you that forgot to mention
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
(Oddisee)
I wrote these lyrics, knowing you won't respond
But knowing that you'll hear it'll probably help me move on
I got some sh** to say that I didn't say on the phone
Women good in the moment, our thoughts take longer to form
But now this sh** is clear & I know that I did you wrong
& cowardly I was for the both of us you were strong
I gave you poison slow when I should have went for the throat
But I was both your drug & your mechanism to cope
Look me an*lyzing us, that was always your job
My career was despising us; I was working it hard your sense of entitled self
Was the perfect match for my guilt, I stayed in a situation I hated but couldn't help
Took a crack at escaping, persuaded by you to stay in
Jaded by our relations I waited for you to cave in
I'm sure you want some answers in need of an explanation
My number still the same & I'm waiting
Promise I'll tell you
[Hook]