In Loving Memory Lyrics

I miss you, I don't want to sit in silence I miss you, don't want to sit in silence, silence

Oh, oh, no, no Oh, oh, oh, no

I need a Range Rover and a woman of God. Bust down the bezel, keep me level

For when times get hard, know you'll be proud mama

I'm back in the church, finally growing for whatever it's worth

Call dropped, line down, must be from the rain

Sitting in the office, trying to recollect my dreams

Sitting at the Range, trying to recollect the aim

Golden eye, sipping lean, why they need me to explain

I know how the time goes

Got a new thing, now the boo thing turned into a

Too many titles

Good girl gone bad, why he got you in the club

Girl you been ducking me like 5-0

Got me waiting on your text, I feel like I'm playing chess

I'm so done playing idle

No more pretending to be rivals

You should come over for the weekend

Take it back to where it all started

Honestly I hate the way that we parted

Got my time and attention, I ain't even give my time to nobody

You got a nigga, but he ain't gon' die bout it

I should pull up at his front door

Calm, kicking shit in like dojos

I just keep it chugging like loco

Motive for the reason I made dinner reservation at Fogo's

You a no show that's a low blow

Ain't tripping really let it ride out

I just keep calm, pray to God that he don't find out

Know you got a roster, I'm the favorite at the tryouts

All you gotta do is hit my phone and I'ma slide out

And then we right back here all again

With your phone in your left hand

He don't know nothing, cause you told him you with your best friend

Got a couple niggas in your phone, you need to leave them alone

Pump faking like you don't know I'm the best man

I don't know if you're getting this call or

If you're gonna even listen to this voicemail but

I just thought I'd let you know I

I wanna take this serious like you're different and I messed up

And I'm sorry and I wanna apologize so

If you hear this, just call me back

I know how the time goes

Got a new thing, now the boo thing turn into a- too many titles

Good girl gone bad why he got you in the club

Girl you been ducking me like 5-0

Got me waiting on your text, I feel like I'm playing chess

I'm so done playing idle

No more pretending to be rivals

You should come over for the weekend