Clouds

I see you way up in the clouds
And can't no nobody can't nobody shoot you down X4

I got a rifle a pistol I'm shootin' I missed you
I miss you to hold you the old me that dissed you
He's gone, really gone, really moving on
You really got a new nigga really told your mom
That you're done with me, you're over me you'd rather be
Under me
Simply you're feeling me, gotta be, hopefully
Maybe so, maybe no, maybe not, baby no
Overload with arguin' and askin' you who car you in
Arguments on arguments, barterin' and bargainin'
Trying to get your heart again and maybe we can start
Again
Part of him and part me, probably a part of me left
With you and F's with you, kinda like it F's with me
All the things we'll never be and all the things we'll
Never do and we just gotta carry on and act like this
Is right
But it's not right, you left in a breath and I'm left
But what's left?