Released on April 27, 2014

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[Verse 1: ALG]

She turned cold like some Michigan nights

I give her advice

But she never listens and fights

She only hears what she wanna

She changed to play the role of a popular persona

Pretty girl, fast life

Caught up in the motion

Won't forget that night

No sense involved

Black and white occasion

Calvin Klein fragrance

Detecting affection

The way she's behaving

I play it with patience

Dark hair and tan skin

Exchange glances

I'm dancing

My plan is to get her on my canvas

Look in her eyes and I'm anxious

Discovering lies

Recover clues and sigh

When I see her with other dudes

She play me and that's the fucking truth

Apologize the next day

And had me convinced

A month later, she's straight up doing the same shit

And I ain't talked to that bitch since


[Verse 2: Oscar Peralta]

I heard about all the things that you've been up to

You ain't the same

You must've changed who you look up to

All your intentions are wrong

I guess I waited too long

I wish I told what I had to back when I was the one

That you were loving

That you were hugging

But now we nothing

So why you bugging?

I hate the fact I even took up the chance

All the shit we used to do, now I regret

I take it back

Man, I hate

You were the greatest

Yeah I'll just say it:

We created all of my latest moments I felt of love

Moments you never cared of

And now you missing

I ain't missing you though

Cause you'll never catch me missing a hoe


[Outro: ALG]

Catching feelings I never felt before

Help me Lord

I've got a rich mind, so what should I be wealthy for?

Impressing bitches

I'm pessimistic of my future Mrs

Too superstitious cause its too hard to read the stars

Planets and Mars

Write a few letters and send them up

Ask this very God

Gotta give up watching the skies when inside

I wonder if it'd ever work between a cancer and a gemini

Then again adrenaline is rushing through my body

Waiting for this response

Whatever she wants, its worth it

Whatever it takes to make this perfect

But in reality, she's a playa:

Ella