ATL

She like Quani, where you been at? I've been laying low off the grid I don't feel right I stay on my P's and my Q's, let it heal right I see you been blowing up my phone, what do you want this time? "I miss your fragrance, yeah" "I miss your face that too" I'm on the way, I let you know when I'm in your state Told me she bringing her friends Two dimes, how can I say no? Blowing me up, I hate calls I need a new phone, I need new hoes But I hate those Wasting all my time but I can't let go, No I keep going back I'm like a echo, And I know I'm stupid, I know I'm high And I know I can't choose you blow my high Got my money up, now you look stupid fried Know my highs and my lows Every single day, been thinking bout where we went wrong Met dis white hoe in Atlanta, I knew But I promise I won't date her, it ain't nothing to it But I let her in my conscience, I threw