This is a song about "I thaught we were great"

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

It may be not the same for you

It's like we were not true

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

We were stuck in place, while i was happy to drown

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

On they twitter writing novels, see

We were livin a fantasy

I always felt even though we were barely middle class,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I thought that we could make great days ahead of us

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious