Charles Staples - Moonwind Lyrics

Maybe I'm just getting older I feel like I lost myself back in October
Ain't got the drive that I had in the summer
Ain't talk to my Kaliyah feel like I don't know her
In the sierra just doing 200 not hitting my jumper I told her come over
Knew that she wasn't gone fold and come over accepted rejection I'll brush off my shoulders
My pops can't accept that his wife getting older, my bro can't get sober, the worlds getting colder
I think she knows I been hitting the clubs cause she loved how I smell now she's hating my odor
Breaking the chains I broke it for nothing I wanna console her I can't even hold her
Can't even tell I love her for real cause I don't even know her the bar getting lowered
Sorry I left you for two weeks sorry I ain't send a text back
Sorry I aint get no full sleep sorry I cant be the best at
Sorry I heard you was worried about me I'm sorry I didn't even stress that
Sorry I just lost a good one don't think that's one imma get back
Sorry I left you for two weeks sorry I ain't send a text back
Sorry I aint get no full sleep sorry I cant be the best at
Sorry I heard you was worried about me I'm sorry I didn't even stress that
Sorry I just lost a good one don't think that's one imma get back
Too much dirt is on me learned my lesson
Wake up clean it off I'm disinfecting
Same night do it over too obsessive, then I say I'm through get too aggressive
Think this money coming thru forever, I'm gone spend the shit like it's whatever
Always lie to me you doing better I'm gone lie to me I'm doing better
I'm on the beltway with a ton on my mind
Like it's game 7 it's a lot on the line
Hate to burst her bubble but she really moving around like she was one of a kind
Yeah I know that hit in your pride harsh of me I'm telling my side
Now she crying so I'm
Sorry I left you for 2 weeks sorry I ain't send a text back
Sorry I aint get no full sleep sorry I cant be the best at
Sorry I heard you was worried about me I'm sorry i didn't even stress that
Sorry I just lost a good one don't think that's one imma get back
3 AM, phone ringing
I'm home and she need it
I'm feeling close to the end
I'm coming through this weekend
We shouldn't, she pleading
She knowing my demons
We shouldn't, she leaving
We shouldn't, I should really tell myself no it's gone screw with me
And this soda really moving slow like DJ Screw with me
She like boy you need some Self Control now she through with me
And this soda got me moving slow like DJ Screw with me