Letter From Hong Kong

Yea, it’s like 3:30 am right now

I know you never been here, but

I think when you do you would like it you know?

Anyways

It ain’t October but I’m falling

You say it’s over but I’m calling

I see you folding but I’m all in

Feel like a sober alcoholic

I been tripping for like two days

Funny cuz I ain’t got no shoelace

You know I always been the boots type

I know you probably found a new type

Yea I could have a couple guesses

He bought you litty VVSes

Put ya name down on those guest list

But I know you feel the pressure

I know you know I know you better

You know we been through rougher weathers

And I know you tougher than that leather

On those purses that he bought ya

But now the question is, whether you

Wanna be forever with him like I do witchu

But you probably looking at me like, Bohan’s a fool

Telling all your girlfriends I ain’t nothing to you

Lies, thats not true

Not what you said when I was nutting in you…

Not tryna be vulgar, I just wanted to talk to ya

Know if I sent you flowers, you probably throw em out

And to think that you used to show em off

Like look at what my boy got me

And all your friends used to say I waste all my money

You know it’s cuz their boyfriend never loved them prolly

So now I write songs maybe chill with my peeps

I don’t even smoke now cuz they testing my pee

And my hair too, I mean not I care too

Much about getting high matter fact I’m scared to

What if when I smoke I’m reminded of you

All them blunts yeah maybe I was blunted by you

Every time I reached out reprimanded by you

And so I really hope you hear this song

Cuz I got way too much pride to hit you again

All the emails, text messages and DMs

By the way not saying i wanna be him

Just reminiscing back on how the story begins

Boy meets girl, girl don’t like him

Annoyed her so much until she wanna fight him

They fall in love, two becomes one

Then time comes along and everything is undone

Been three years since the last time I saw ya

I think I wrote this so I never have to call ya, again

And you the only reason I don’t like California

So this the last song I write for ya