Back, one more time

Back when we was still outside (yeah)
Church next door, we couldn't afford a tie
I was only nineteen, I was down for the ride (woo)
Everything around me on my passenger side (yeah)
Embrace who we was, we was broke, we was live
We would smoke, we was high, we would smile just to cry
Fightin' to survive, just to get ideas out
When niggas was hungry, couldn't afford the big house
Niggas was scrawny, somebody break the ribs out
Fightin' over meals, the crib was not Aunt Viv's house
Man, press photo with the blue couch
Now we hate each other just to hang out

Oh, oh, oh (I know it ain't)
All that (I know it ain't)
All that
Oh, oh, oh (I know it ain't)
All that (I know it ain't)
All that

It's all of us sittin' there in the livin' room
I'm like, "Fuck it, yo, this what we finna do
I can't stand seein' us not there
On the big screen with the homies here
We know once we get that shot
We gon' push limits and never look back" (yeah, uh)

Fast-forward, everything feels backwards
Everything went left at the Brit Awards
When I decided not to show up or show support
'Cause I was tryna go solo before we went on tour (come on)
Too much trauma for me to be at my highest (come on)
I missed Ameer so me and Dom kept fightin', mm
He almost pushed me off the edge (edge)
But honestly, I shouldn't've said what I said
I should've went to therapy instead
And started to heal, that's what we all needed
The record deal wasn't helpin' either (come on)
That merch deal ain't help either (come on)
Man, it gave me more money for alcohol
I guess blowin' up ain't all that at all

Oh, oh, oh (I know it ain't)
All that (I know it ain't)
All that
Oh, oh, oh (I know it ain't)
All that (I know it ain't)
All that

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Arnold W. Hennings, Ciaran McDonald, Ian Simpson, Lisa Lopes, Romil Hemnani