Jay P - Pi'erre Bourne

This shit bittersweet

This shit broke my heart

We no longer friends, people grow apart

Days like this, smoke and reminisce

'Bout the good times with my old friends

This shit bittersweet

This shit broke my heart

We no longer friends, people grow apart

Days like this, smoke and reminisce

'Bout the good times with my old friends

I don’t want you, girl, you temporary, hey

Help me understand like a dictionary, hey

Let me love you to death like obituaries, hey

She want ice cream, blow a bag in Ben &Jerry's, hey

Girl, I’m a dog, I am not a prarie, wait

Smoke Phineas herb, this is not a Perry, hey

Used to drop songs when my parents ain’t home

Yeah, your tape droppin' in Never-uary

This shit bittersweet

This shit broke my heart

We no longer friends, people grow apart

Days like this, smoke and reminisce

'Bout the good times with my old friends

This shit bittersweet

This shit broke my heart

We no longer friends, people grow apart

Days like this, smoke and reminisce

'Bout the good times with my old friends (Yeah, yeah)

Gotta be a boss, not a secretary, hey

My old friends dead like a cemetery, hey

I’m catchin' flights, new itinerary, damn

People talk when you ball, that’s just commentary, hey

They sleep on me like it’s narcolepsy, hey

I’m Penny Hardaway, can’t be secondary, hey

Used to DM rappers your brand-new songs

Yeah, your tape droppin' in Never-uary

This shit bittersweet

This shit broke my heart

We no longer friends, people grow apart

Days like this, smoke and reminisce

'Bout the good times with my old friends

This shit bittersweet

This shit broke my heart

We no longer friends, people grow apart

Days like this, smoke and reminisce

'Bout the good times with my