Happy Belated (Her Version)

Yeah Money ain't disaster repellant But these bands work better than some anti-depressants I'm saying I feel like the man for a second Then it's back to the pad And, you know, I'm feeling sad once again Think I want the bands for a second Then the last one to blow up from my block Yeah, I heard he got blammed That's why I don't want the bands What I mean, facts Money ain't disaster repellent But these bands work better than some anti-depressants I wish I could take it all back for a second Never mind I don't got time to regret shit I been moving slow since the rhymes got aggressive I been on the road all the time she don't get it "Bazz, where you at?" Yeah, I already texted She already texted back So, why you mad I'm on the gram Saying you love me way more than the fans Damn I know you don't understand Took me a minute to be who I am It took way more than a minute to peep It was sort of a scam Now, I'm just sorting through bands Money ain't even what's keeping me off of the xans But I been burning through grams Bae, this is just who I am I don't got too much to say She said "Bazz, where you at?" Told her that I'm on the way I'm on the way I'm on the way I'm on the way I'm on the way bazzwya Hello Babou Yo bro, what's up How you been How are you Hey Bazz Give me a call back when you get a minute