Happy Belated (Her Version) Lyrics

Yeah

Money ain't disaster repellant

But these bands work better than some anti-depressants

I'm saying

I feel like the man for a second

Then it's back to the pad

And, you know, I'm feeling sad once again

Think I want the bands for a second

Then the last one to blow up from my block

Yeah, I heard he got blammed

That's why I don't want the bands

What

I mean, facts

Money ain't disaster repellent

But these bands work better than some anti-depressants

I wish I could take it all back for a second

Never mind

I don't got time to regret shit

I been moving slow since the rhymes got aggressive

I been on the road all the time she don't get it

"Bazz, where you at?"

Yeah, I already texted

She already texted back

So, why you mad I'm on the gram

Saying you love me way more than the fans

Damn

I know you don't understand

Took me a minute to be who I am

It took way more than a minute to peep

It was sort of a scam

Now, I'm just sorting through bands

Money ain't even what's keeping me off of the xans

But I been burning through grams

Bae, this is just who I am

I don't got too much to say

She said "Bazz, where you at?"

Told her that I'm on the way

I'm on the way

I'm on the way

I'm on the way

I'm on the way

bazzwya

Hello

Babou

Yo bro, what's up

How you been

How are you

Hey Bazz

Give me a call back when you get a minute