Old White Flame

This ain't a love song, this is shit gone wrong And I'll admit it, I wasn't even the nigga to hit it But I wanted to, wanted to show you what I was gonna do Too bad shit ended, hit me so fast felt like I got rear ended Yea I'll admit it, I made the mistake then But the keys to my heart, you ain't have to take them Old white flame, not really, she was lightskin And I was trifling, I ain't even gonna front And act like I don't miss her cuz I do I remember all the time I spent talking to you Didn't hang out that much, but I wasn't like that yet Is it too late to ask if I can bite that yet? And yea, shit changed after we stopped talking Again, that was my fault, I stopped frauding And realized exactly what I lost, never knew What love cost until you did that shit to me Might not have been dating literally But when you called and told me you lost it, I lost it Couldn't do the friendship anymore, but couldn't accost it So I left it alone and continued with the homegrown Shit probably warped my mind and I wasn't fine With the idea of not having you to myself Shit wasn't good for my health, at least back then If it was present day it wouldn't have happened that way But I won't fraud, yea girl I still love you Even after everything we been through And lately since we got back in touch you done Changed on me, gotta tell you, I don't like the change homie I miss the old you, not this new bravado filled bold you Heh, see how I flipped that? Old White Flame, only a real nigga Coulda did that, and yea I did get jealous see in' you with new dudes But I wasn't tryna be prude and comment cuz it wasn't my place Compared to these niggas I was outta space, I let my anger get the Best of me didn't care, cuz I blocked you out from the rest of me I just seen your new twitter pop up on my TL as I'm writing this Not gonna follow you though, just stay in my writing bliss Hope one day a blogger asks me about this song so I can Mention your name and you stop actin' like I'm just some random nigga Go figure, I don't like the feeling, not one of them niggas out here Dealing, I'm getting my life straight, workin' out tryna get to a nice weight Could use a nice plate of drugs with a jar of em right next to it So many new up and comers I'm tryna be the next to do it So girl while i'm sitting here writing this song I hope one day I'll get to right my wrongs And I'm probably labeling myself as too much Of a screw up, but that's an affect of love Old white Flame