Meant It When I Said It Songtext / Lyric

You remember when I would message you?

And you'd reply but I feel like I wasn't gettin' through

Was set to prove I was the better dude

You had a situation and I was patient on ways to make a move

Asked was I single, afraid to lose you, I played the fool

Though she was made for me, I was made for you

That's the basic truth

You showed me upfront, but me, I told you later

Discovered it on your own, now you think I'm some sort of player

But I was just delayin' the news

And I would use your strength to break what was already broke, confused

But girl you made it clear to me, actin' out of a fear to see

Another heart dear to me bruised

Had to confess and I proved

I made a nuisance, I cut a tie

Drown in my sea of lies, pray I'm hung out to dry, rest assured

Je t'adore, met you out front of your store

And I meant it when I said, "Tu es mon amor"






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I meant it when I said it

You know it, you know it

I mean it when I said it, aye aye

You know it, you know it



When I moved to Brooklyn, I said it wouldn't change me

Maryland my DNA see, I just go where the pay be

If I was in computers, I'm movin' to where they'd take me

But Cali ain't got winter and that's the feelin' that made me

My brothers back at home be like, "Homie get me a deal"

I told 'em it's a promise and when I'm on that I will

I believed that I would but wasn't sure how I could

Time passed, perfect the craft, they ain't keep up with the skill

Yet they message me still, what I said, I ain't forget it

It's just hard to keep you first when you in second

And that ain't how I meant it, but I mean ain't what I texted

And people get defensive, think you mean but you ain't stressin'

My generation communicatin' without emotion

And make it easier to agree there's stuff in the moment

You said you had a show and I wrote you that I was slidin' on through

When I replied, it was a lie that was true

But



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When my hobby turned into an obsession

Then my obsession turned into a career

But the pay was a jobless profession

Name on the door, I was a glorified volunteer

But you gotta start somewhere, right?

Was in the basement on an unclear flight

Goin' somewhere slow, so what's the program?

Ma said "Got some money?", respectfully answer, "No ma'am"

Got a couple ounces, the customers came and went

Section 8 the housing, you best to come up with rent

Wasn't the smartest move, it was better than havin' no plan

Cut that out as quick as I started

Back on my mission to be a artist

All I can see is me somewhere foreign and people pourin' in venues

I rap over instrumentals I made in my residential

The volume mama ignorin'

Said I send her flowers for pushin' me and endurin'

It's time to call the florist



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