Aijalon Singz - 1.9.4.2. (feat. Nineteen92) Lyrics

Faded off of 1942, thinking of the nights I spent with you, wonderin' if you're still there, wonderin' if you're still care
Faded off of 1942, thinkin' of the nights I spent with you, you
Aye, look, 1942, thoughts of how I'm losin' you
Gotta get rid of these feelings of me lovin' you
Cuz I can't take neglection, no, knowin' love don't turn to perfection, no
So what's the reason that you skip out on these blessings you've been needin'
Tried to get me back, but to reverse, I don't believe in yes, it's true
You gotta pick your poison, so all that hoopin' and hollerin', shh
I'm gonna ignore it Im, so sick that I'm fed up, Neyo playin' in the background so I can't let up
See, I just walk away, cuz I can't stand to see your face
Too many years I done spent with a stranger in my space
742, military time sippin', self-care, I been choosin' me and not resistin
Hard times with you, I can go through, but it's senseless
Hopefully you find who it is that you been missin
But until then, I be sippin', yeah
Faded off of 1942, thinkin of the nights I spent with you wonderin' if you still there, wonderin' if you still care
Faded off of 1942, thinkin of the nights I spent with you, you
See, all I ever did was love, and you shut it down
I even gave you what you needed, played me for a clown
I see you all up in your group chat
Sendin' pictures of everybody on your hit list
But damn, even my homies
You see, it's crazy when you not single, but you still lonely
And it's crazy when you need me, but it's my pockets you wantin' mmm
No appreciation, no respect, and no love, it's just confrontation
But why play the person that's willing to risk it all
I put the ball in your court, but didn't know you couldn't ball
Blind to the signs, I could've sworn you had it all
All I hear is violin singin', this the final call, but
Coup de gras to the foolishness
Cause all that preachin' you doin' but couldn't stand in that pulpit
See, every stitch of you was fabricated
You at the end of your string, and ain't no tuning this thing
I'd rather do my own thing
Faded off of 1942, thinking of the nights I spent with you, wonderin' if you're still there, wonderin' if you're still care
Faded off of 1942, thinkin' of the nights I spent with you, you