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Crypt feat. Chris Webby
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(Where were you?)
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes, when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
So many times I've cried
So many times I've hurt
So many times I've tried to die and
Pick a ride in that long black hearse, but I called you first
But you ignored me, 'cause you knew my life was piss pouring
You would move to the side when it gets gory
And then you would arrive
When my mood would subside and I get a victory
It's funny how these people tell you
That they'll be there for you through the thick and thin
'Cause when you losin'
They ain't no where to be viewed
Until you improve and begin to win
Then all of a sudden, they come out of nowhere
And act like they've always been there
Like you weren't the one that was bravin' the storms
They just seen the weather's fair
And they wanna claim you when you get well
And they'll be quick to say that you're friends
And they always knew that you'd excel
But you weren't there on the night that I had a gun to my head
With a one way trip to Hell
So don't you ever dare to look my way
All you fair weather friends are fake
And if you don't think it's fair then I'll say
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health
All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health
All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
You see, friendship should be crystal clear
But with some of y'all this shit hard to tell
When the chips were down, y'all ain't give a fuck
Weren't picking up when I called your cell
But then it changed, and I bought a chain
And I bought a house, and I bought a Range
Now they callin' back, want an autograph
For their cousin, and wanna come hang
Shit, it's not even like I'm still pissed at them
'Cause carrying that shit is toxic
And now, I'm way more rich than them
I'm too busy countin' my profits
Took my shot to explode
Y'all ain't acknowledge me, so
Y'all can still come to shows
You'll just get charged to the door
Yeah, I cut out all of them fake ones
I'm ridin' out with my day ones
And we still tight as fuck, breaking bread, taking vacations
Ain't mad at you at all, too many plaques up on my wall
I'm not tryna be a dick, but you should've picked up my call, yeah
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself
In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health
All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself
In my room, out my mind tryna handle my health
All alone on the phone hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
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