[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]