You got a phone
Pick it up
How come, we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine
We been beefin now
After all the year we been down
Ain't no way no how
This bullshit can't be true
Ain't a damn thing changed
Unless its you!
We were so young
So full of life and vibrance
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
And a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did
Sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succumb to yours
And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
We grew up, grew apart as time went by us
And I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just can't describe it
Much as your pride tries to hide it. your cold
Your touch is just like ice.
And your eyes is a look of resentment.
.I can sense it and I don't like it.
It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
Fore I came out I would of killed a nigga first
For I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
Worthless bitch that I wasn't with
I would of hit it and quit
But you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you don't get involved with her
You would smoke in the car with her
Coming outta the bar with her
Stumbling half drunk
Like you were husband and wife or something
But me catching her fucking other niggas must of hurt your pride or something
Cause you were opening your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
When all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
You acting like I ain't your man and lying like she can't be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth.
Don't hate the game or the player
The one that's changing is you.
Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
Like my finger get to snapping
And poof it just happen.
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
Shady made it so my babies ain't starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
Since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intelligence,
That's forever till the end.
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the Satan in your lies,
Ain't wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(How come) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(And how come) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And every time I go to hear you play, you look away,
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
Lyrics submitted by Dustin
"How Come" as written by De Shaun Dupree Holton Bryan A Johnson
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