The Goings On

[Verse 1] (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 [Hook] (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 [Verse 2] (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 digits 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] (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 [Hook]