Secrets spilled like faux magicians do
My best regrets to my mans and the misses too
I bet its hard when I ain't missing you
To justify the kind of pain that you put him through
But don't let it cloud your conscious
Don't let your morals dictate where your heart is
Going, Gone
An associates in disrespect
Two years is a sec to go be at your call and beck
I pray its not canonical
The way that you think the truth is optional
But don't proceed all cautious
It could be so that I was false in my synopsis
Going, Gone