Mama was right here to dabble for real now I knew I was your better I spent thirty-two nights trying to wrap my head around you But I still don't get it, we were seventeen popping beans Cause your favorite rapper set us cool Rolling Could it be that I was fucked up in that year All the time I wasted following lead and now I'm lost Some like that Frank Ocean song Mama was right here to dabble for real now I knew I was your better You're a bad time Always faded on fields, made me pay all your bills But I can't fight what it feels like Sending drunk takes cigarettes burning my lungs Memories fade but I try to hold on I know that it's taxing, I wish I could stop it's true But some nice something getting you Oh, you're pogo Oh, you're pogo Oh, you're pogo Oh, you're pogo Frank St night was in that old piece of shit Stillin' lookin' from your brother We had more than a sip Try to break up on my birthday and said that was the gift That's a manipulative shit Yeah, I had the chance to look in for Or a fraction to reject all your flaws But I won't be that I hold your hand If I'll make them to another scam My mama was right, you'd have a deal for real Now I know I, you're a bedtime Always faded on pills, made me pay all your bills But I can't find what just feels like Standing drunk takes cigarettes burning my lungs Memories fade, but I try to hold on I know that it's toxic, I wish I could stop it's true But some nice, I'm thinking of you Oh, yeah, oh, oh Oh yeah, oh, oh Oh yeah, oh, oh Oh yeah, oh, oh Oh yeah, oh, oh Oh, yeah, oh Oh yeah, oh, oh But some nice, I'm thinking of you you