[Hook]
Times are changin' it might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be (it used to be crazy)
The feelings gone and missing, an impossible mission
But this just sounds like an excuse to me (excuse to me baby)
Things gonna change (change)
And if it has then it's news to me (news to me baby)
Flowers on the grave
Since we're dead and gone here's a eulogy, baby
[Verse 1] (Donwill)
I got a call the other day from an unknown number
Picked up and a familiar voice on the other 'end'
Ironic word ain't it
Cause something else starts at the point that you depart
It hit me right in the heart, you always had me at "Hello"
Ya know, the kind of person that you can't tell "No"
Why them two little letters so hard to put together
When you don't it feel bad when you do it's no better
Things change all the time, like the number that the call was from
Memories forgotten, but life goes on
The world spins different when you get-get-gettin' it
It probably make the sun shine brighter, didn't it
But all things good must and Tip ain't sweat it
Shiny could rust even if you don't let it
Change is a constant it's painfully obvious
Especially when you hear from a friend who ain't called since
When...
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, 7 hundred and 18
Where the guns still come they up and negate things
Either get away or make vanity plates
Seems the family's deteriorating
Could've made google but you in that state Bing
Who's to say you wouldn't have went that way, king?
We had chances...I recall 5th grade dances
Both walked in on that backwards pants sh**...
A year later you got jumped and I ain't even jump in son I was a punk
We too old for that now but I wouldn't back down
Knowing for me? sh**, you'd pop the trunk...and that's literal
Now we gotta visit you, for your actions I have remorse
Yet you still proud when I'm in the source
Brother you never left my thoughts...its me
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