Text From My Ex

[Hook: Everett Champion]
But I can’t reply (can't reply)
I’m wondering why (why's that?)
You fighting with your man but you do that all the time (you know)
Why you hit my line? (why's that?)
Acting like we fine (we not)
I’m faded off this whiskey and your sipping on some wine (ay, ay, ay)
I’m your ex man
(You know I'm your ex man)
We can still be best friends
(We can still be best friends)
It’s late so why you texting
(It’s late so why you texting)
Incoming message, text from my exes
Yeah!

[Verse 1: Everett Champion]
My drink half filled, sipping on some new shit
Phone in my hand, holding on with a loose grip
Talking to some girl, rip jeans show her bruises
Text pop up, oh shit, like who's this?
Your number, damn haven’t seen that in awhile
Lock up my phone, take a sip in denial
Then I start thinking, maybe I should dial?
18, I guess that’s my lifestyle
Everyone got pills, ones red, ones blue
Another text pops up, damn that makes two
Same number? Yup, once again it’s you
Sitting alone, here comes the rest of the crew
They see your name, complain, it’s all the same
Say "we feel your pain, but put that away
It’s ruining the vibe that we trying to make"
So they fill up my cup, and I take a drank
And when this shit gets empty, and I'm on to the next beer
Label paying for my drinks, whenever those cheques clear
Little messed up, can I just rest here?
Sophomore life, getting ready for next year
And when the rest clear, and I'm left on that sofa
With rum mixed with the coca, cola
Remembering the times, when I would provoke ya
I'm out for the night, slipping in euphoria

[Hook: Everett Champion]
But I can’t reply (can't reply)
I’m wondering why (why's that?)
You fighting with your man but you do that all the time (you know)
Why you hit my line? (why's that?)
Acting like we fine (we not)
I’m faded off this whiskey and your sipping on some wine (ay, ay, ay)
I’m your ex man
(You know I'm your ex man)
We can still be best friends
(We can still be best friends)
It’s late so why you texting
(It’s late so why you texting)
Incoming message, text from my exes
Yeah!

[Verse 2: Everett Champion]
Back on the couch, back on the juice
Back to being vulnerable, back being confused
Back to always just having to find an excuse
That I can't find the time to ever execute
And I feel like I shouldn't always just say the truth
Wrong people find out and that's all the proof
That they need to use, just to be approved
But they don't see the potential that I see in you
I just want to sit back with a scenic view
18, but I swear to god I've seen a few
I'm not talking on the record, I'm taking me and you
Don't want to lie, I'm afraid it’s appearing true
Like who you been with? Who you gonna be calling?
When you at the bar, and he just keeps stalling
You try and act tall and heels crack and you falling
I'mma pick you up, then we just start falling in love
But it's back to right now
I’m thinking something different from what I type down
Messages slurred, lost in translation
Lost and can't face it, lost in this basement
But I hit send, not sure if you can read it
Tell me my text, is really what you needed
Take a deep breathe in, what you doing on the weekend
We’re going swimming in liquor, come and meet me in the deep end

[Hook: Everett Champion]
But I can’t reply (can't reply)
I’m wondering why (why's that?)
You fighting with your man but you do that all the time (you know)
Why you hit my line? (why's that?)
Acting like we fine (we not)
I’m faded off this whiskey and your sipping on some wine (ay, ay, ay)
I’m your ex man
(You know I'm your ex man)
We can still be best friends
(We can still be best friends)
It’s late so why you texting
(It’s late so why you texting)
Incoming message, text from my exes
Yeah!