2:40 A.M.

2:40 in the morning Thinking bout you What you doing Are you up Maybe Can I phone through Shit But I know I shouldn't and that's a fact We got too much history Don't wanna waste my time on that Damn But ya pull is so magnetic And I wish that I was with you Hope this Love I don't regret it I was there never forget it Always chose another nigga too Into drug dealers Hood niggas F*ck is wrong with you Last nigga slapped you up Almost had to blam him up Got me outta character Cause I ain't in to totin guns Is this love or lust Cause if truly love shouldn't hurt this bad We connect in mental arenas That's why this hurts so bad And you'll call and tell me you love me Sometimes I say it back And I really mean it But I can't tell if you mean it man Yeah I can't tell if you mean it man Like a ceiling fan We go in circles Ain't happenstance Babygirl I want you But wanting you hasn't got me far You take me for granted And granite is beautiful but hard