Old times.

Getting used to late replies thinking that you really the main guy

When really you just there in side lines but then you

tend to catch the eye & realize you was a sideman, probably by the end

of thought you're already benched out, no recall to whether who you are

Where's your spot in her heart that she claimed that you had--

When ya kissed in the bus stop put a pause, think about what you gone

Through just to put a smile in her mouth

That night in the movies that you made out, down the 1 train in 59th

Holding her left thigh, looking deep in her eyes, telling your self you was right

She really can handle the insecurity of your heart

Maybe she likes it when you tend turn into a lightskin god

Show hot and cold emotions just like she likes, bi polarize my thoughts

and I ask myself am I her type of guy ? She so thick, she got her whole block

Wondering who that ? But a nigga right now, really fucking hype

He really doing what he thought, was once the impossible to pull of

To have the baddest bitch of all, with her brown skin and brunette eyes

Tempting niggas to reach out levels, that regular bitches can't do now

I got to say thank god for giving me this piece of apple pie

If he wouldn't of gave me that I promise you I would recognize