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]