You said I owe you things, Ok anything I'm a new Solo, fuck ya like it's slow mo It's a private life I'm sorry that you don't know Take you out and get the Prada re-edition Long brown hair with the San Diego fitted Girl my memory is photographic vivid So I know that you remember how I hit it Flying into Phoenix like it's 88 degrees You in my statements You in my spaceship I'm dropping blue pills inside my Fanta And I'm in New York I'm Alexandra Miami gardens laying over in Atlanta Oh she a pretty girl, she a dancer Oh you could call me I won't answer I give a fuck if you don't like the way I'm living On a backroad I might pay your ass a visit Busy I been sorry that we barley ever talk And when I finish up I'll give you everything I got I know I been busy and we barley linking up Last night I was thinking have I even done enough For you cause girl I got ya you know how I feel about it For you cause I been fiending even when I'm not around it For you For you For you For you Oh