Foolish Dreamer

All in her DM Tryna see what's up wit it Bout to shoot my shot Hoping she don't got a nigga My name Cash Baby girl how u doin Wanna know who u are And I'm down to pursue it Birthday in February Think it was the 18th Met at Bombshells Just to have a couple drinks Seem cool yeah everything was alright Holding conversation Seeing what her mind like Single as a dollar bill Roll trees up Had some niggas in the past But it didn't mean much 26 with no kids got her bachelors Still in school tryna study for her masters Let her know I did time Damn near a dime She said everything's fine If I ain't doin crime Told her not to worry Cuz I left the shit behind Hit it off good Got me thinkin she'll ride Everything was sweet Wanna see me every week Talked to her everyday Shit became routine Had a nigga bacc Yes this I believed More than a friend Never thought she would leave Moments alone wanna make her moan Imma hit that spot when I'm in that zone Months went by Change in the vibe Shit wasn't the same And I don't know why I was stuck in a bind Had a hard time Everything fell apart Right around Valentine's It feels more distant Or maybe I was trippin I had butterflies now shit seem different Could see it in her eyes A nigga not blind It's a muthafuccin wrap She done made up her mind Couldn't be surprised When she let a nigga know That she was done with me Gotta let a nigga go