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Yeah Yeah Fell in love with me when you was only 18 Your friends liked me, your parents hated me You would sneak me in the house, cut off all the lights Spend the whole night up on your couch, aw yeah I was a little older, I had the street smarts You were a little naive, you a sweetheart You were a good kid, I was a rebel But you understood me and I could get you on your level, like "You all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, they ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I could spend whatever on it, yeah" And so you did Gave me all your time and your money, did it big You would skip class just to get me in the whip Put me on, tell me how you 'bout to be the shit And I believed you Do you really love me or you used to me? Why you gotta have yourself a drink to tell the truth to me? Why we can't be like the old days? I wish you would go back to your old ways Back when you had nothing SongtexteBack when you needed me Back when our time together Was the realest shit of your week You were deep, think of me in your sleep Now, I hope you think about the promises you didn't keep A lot of people wanted me but you would work for me They saw my good side, you seen the worst of me Somehow, you always had words for me But that lingo you got, I know you learned from me Time passed and you took me for granted And now you jealous that I'm getting attention from other rappers It used to come natural for you to love me and now you force it Maybe we should be divorcin' You told me that You would make an album every year You would sell out every show, you would be a millionaire Told me all that it would take is patience Well, I been waitin', and you not lookin' like you made it Where the chains? Where the whips? Where the crib? Why your hometown still the place that you live? I thought you never needed that, now you need it to be happy At least that's the way you act Do you really love me or you used to me? Why you gotta have yourself a drink to tell the truth to me? Why we can't be like the old days? I wish you would go back to your old ways Back when you had nothing Back when you needed me Back when our time together Was the realest shit of your week You were deep, think of me in your sleep Now, I hope you think about the promises you didn't keep You would make an album every year You would sell out every show, you would be a millionaire Told me all that it would take is patience Well, I been waitin', and you not lookin' like you made it Where the chains? Where the whips? Where the crib? Why your hometown still the place that you live? Fuck your writer's block, signed, sealed, delivered Sincerely, hip-hop Aus Songtexte Mania