Oddisee, Ralph Real - The Goings On lyrics

(Oddisee) you know
I meant to call you the other day
I saw this girl that resembled
You on the boulevard
She had that dress on you bought
When we were in Monterey
But didn't do it justice
I guess she thought she could pull it off
It's been a minute since
You updated your page
You was never into that
Guess I see you stuck to your ways
Remember when you called me to
Ask the meaning of ratchet
I explained it then you asked me
To use it within a phrase
I saw it in the status of
This chick & started laughing
You was always old fashion
I hope that you haven't change
Hope you answer my "how you
Been" with a "can't complain"
Any other response & I'll probably
Hop on a plane probably knock on your door
Probably give you advice
End up spending the night & then
Fall in love with you twice
Yeah my phone bill's crazy
From international roaming
But, I really had to ask you how's it going

(Ralph Real) what's going on
What's going on what's going on, Hey
What's going on

What's going on what's going on
What's going on, Hey what's going on

(Oddisee) i spent months avoiding you now
We're on the same subway
With our cordial smiles
Yeah I heard you moved to Brooklyn
But I'm hardly in town
I thought the odds of running into
You we're modest till now
We living in the big apple
On a small ass tree
It's kind of hard to branch out
Within this small ass scene
So we bump into each other on platforms
The perfect platform to start discussing
Why we more less beef i'ma blame on timing
Your school assignments, & work
You gon' put it all on my
End assumed I was doing dirt
In the territory I'm in
This is commonly with it
Women fond of me tempting my
Honesty yeah I get it
Communication is first we pushed
It to other digit's
Bringing it to the front I can't
Front on the fact we didn't
Testament to resilience an ending's
A new beginning
Me, I'm just doing fine but it's
You that forgot to mention

(Oddisee) i wrote these lyrics
Knowing you won't respond
But knowing that you'll hear it'll
Probably help me move on
I got some shit to say that
I didn't say on the phone
Women good in the moment
Our thoughts take longer to form
But now this shit is clear & I
Know that I did you wrong
& cowardly I was for the both
Of us you were strong
I gave you poison slow when I
Should have went for the throat
But, I was both your drug
& your mechanism to cope
Look me analyzing us
That was always your job
My career was despising us I
Was working it hard
Your sense of entitled self was the
Perfect match for my guilt
I stayed in a situation I
Hated but couldn't help
Took a crack at escaping
Persuaded by you to stay in
Jaded by our relations I waited
For you to cave in
I'm sure you want some answers
In need of an explanation
My number still the same & I'm waiting
Promise I'll tell you