[Verse 1]

Promises, songs became monuments

Of water poured into the sand where’s nothing blossoming

Gave what I had when it wasn’t what was wanted

Nor needed, is that an excuse so you can keep it?

Love has no refunds, that’s why we feel cheated

Noone to blame yet, no use being lenient

Romanticism pictures us meeting on a day

So fleeting, far away in the future

Where depression can’t claw at us no more, nor would it

Or could it, impatient me wishing it was sooner

Realism sees us splitting, time goes by

And we find what we looked for in each other inside

We don’t look in each other and find someone who cares

But resentment for reminding each other of past fears

So talks are less frequent, we’ll come across pictures

Of each other in the arms of another lover

Beaming

Just another chapter in a book never finished

One day you’ll play that song and cry tears, 'cause you remember

Your man’s gonna ask: “What’s wrong?”, you’ll say: “Nothing”

And erase it, a memory to trace the one that made it

You’ve learned to let go of the past, and so I faded

You’ll know it to be true, you just hate it ’cause I say it

[Verse 2]

Promises, songs became monuments

Of oaths sworn solemnly, back in 2003

We used to rec songs on tapes, making beats on the PlayStation, Bang’em on your NGage, kids hating

Never gave a thought, I felt I would be a star

We’d be on, all them hoes gon’ be there when we perform

Dreams of a teenager, met with a crew, thought we would be major

But setbacks have changed us

Your bro always got in some shit, me and moms always fighting

I dropped out of high school, you dropped the mic

Then I locked myself in, made songs and kept writing

Met my first girlfriend, everything was tight

Then three years later hit rock bottom, I had to change

You was in debt, stressing hard, dawg, I felt your pain

I bought pots for your crib, brought food on my visits

You asked me if I’m really still spitting

Played you my newest songs, you would never listen

Started sneak dissing my plans

I saw the ending when you unfriended me, I was grinning

A year later, walked past me, pretending that I’m a stranger

False pride on both sides, you were probably jaded

From seeing me doing me without you, like I won’t make it

It’s all good, live your life, you know what fucks me up

We will never get to see each other coming up

[Verse 3]

Promises, songs became monuments

Of goals there to dwarf all your former great accomplishments

When aspiring and struggling become synonymous

And success is measured by economists

When you make enough money, people praise you like a prophet Be beautiful enough, they treat you like a goddess

People love to wax poetic about purpose

What they really mean is sell your motherfucking product

Nothing deep about it, I ain’t feeling philosophic

People preach self-love, and some do it for a profit

In love with potential like it’s all about a concept

But hate it when a person’s really honest

I am not a rapper, I just rap, maybe I am not an artist

Or maybe I’m whatever you decide, but I doubt it

I love to contradict myself, as an iconoclast

Always busy creating personal monuments