Being on the road I always knew I would find the way forward

Seating rolling rolls gold ride away toward

A better prospect way with you that I could applaud

A gretter letter way back written you that I would adore

Asetted object-ives say that we have something more

Time travelers wife you walked right in that door

Ass up face down I would smash you into that floor

Text you now and you only accept to ignore

Remember all the times you yelled out my names before

Wrote that memory to last so I just pressed record

From all that that fussing and fighting girl you made my heart sore

I can't feel my face with you got me feeling like the weeknd

Keep my pace in a race to get out this deep end

Stuck in the trenches gotta get out of what that we in

My reflection in the mirror like we got to see we win

Poverty approached us saying come here a nigga we ran

Beside me was you when we made it stroking through these bands

Nuin like the classics we would be one goddess one man

In my memories like how the fuck that shit hit that fan