[Verse: Young L3X]

I still call to check up on her
Sometimes I read old Convos
I been saving up, invite her to my condo
Check her followers, to see who she follows
I see she looking healthy, a lot of squats and avocados
Check my bravado, I see she’s out in Chicago
I’m out in LA, looking for a check and a bravo
Flash back of us fucking and she hit the high notes
She’s a soprano, we paint like Picasso
But I’m not in the frame
But I still view her the same
Not much to say
So, we on the phone playing games
Scrabble, and pool and bunch of other games
That take too long to play, can’t take the delay
Sometimes I see 3 dots and then it disappears
Sometimes she miss my call cus she was up stairs
Sometimes she get my message and she leave it on seen
Sometimes we FaceTime, and I don’t look at the screen
Sometimes I hang up quick cus sue taking too much
Sometimes I complain cus she don’t call me enough
It’s both of our fault that we losing our touch
That’s why I call her, just to check up
Too much small talk when text
Everything predictable I know what’s next
Damn I miss her flesh and her morning breath
It’s like winter fresh
Damn she still like my post hold on let me refresh
Feelings, we both suppress
Life’s too short so I try to confess
But instead we talk about bit coin
She said she invest
Gave me her new address
Ima send her a UPS, ugh
I send gifts to let her know she’s missed
Expensive shit, you can’t find it at a thrift
But I can tell lately that her feelings shift
I drove her away and she found an exit