Now days when I look at my phone, the only thing it reads is
"Where you been? And when the fuck did you get back home?"
Women mad I left them alone disappointed in back to back texts
Some old friends angry we got high in the zone, but mine kept
My city sleeps from dawn 'til dusk, and I let it decay
Fakes saturating streets, but they'll never move away
Like no one is live as 'em, their women succumb to crying shames
Especially when the north is supplying my change

So I ask myself what could possibly be next... when she can't remember my name