[ Featuring Dumbfoundead ]
Yeah, yeah, I was fourteen, church clothes
Yo
I was fourteen, church clothes, Curve cologne
Somebody grab the holy water 'cause she hurt my soul
I saw an angel in the choir with the perfect tone
Thought I would end up in the fire, Hell burnt to toast
No offense to God but I had to testify
We were crushing to Usher's Confessions, high
Ten years passed, my pockets done gentrified
And the same shorty popped up on my Insta-live
What a reunion, both of us broke bread, communion
None of us locked down or knocked up with juniors
Apart from each other should've met much sooner
Got my heart going crazy, like, okay boomer
Now the same high school that we dropped out from
Got a new library for my charity funds
Under both our names like we're sharing our lunch
Behind the bungalows when we were young
