Andrew Wells - WHAT IF Lyrics

3:30 you calling on the phone
4:30 I arrived and you ain't home
Playing these games every night cause you know you're mine
You know you're mine
Woah
Out to Orlando we ride
Serenade me up at night
Smoking up a little something, yeah
Rollin' up then we can slide
Downtime's my favorite time
I'm reminiscing on your lips
Said you love me but it ain't the right time
Showed you love in my prime, I guess
It is whatever
It is whatever
Fuck all the what-ifs
Fuck all the what-ifs
Fuck all the what
Ahh, you know
Destiny and soulmates
True love and all that childhood fairytales
Nonsense
You were right, I-, I should've listened to you
Had me waiting on my phone all-day
For you to hit me back
Showed you the love, the care, the world
You know that's a fact
Let me tell you somethin'
Gaslighting me time and time again
Lying to my face, tryna make it last
I'ma make it fast for ya
I ain't missing your accompany
Talking shit, you want apology?
Never once said you proud of me
The time we shared was a tragedy
Took you places that you'll go now
All new, but they're old now
Said the world's only so big
Told your ass we should slow down
Woah, told your ass we should slow down
Slow down, slow down
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
God-sent, heaven-sent
Whatever you call me don't call me a saint
Matter' fact writing this song just making an effort
I'm trying to right my wrongs not writing my wrongs
Stop counting the wrongs
It's on me to date for revenge
You know I was hurt
But I never
I never wanted to win, uh
Too many times in Arcadia
In the back we was kicking
Like Katie in South Carolina
But honestly can't even think of her name
Was it Lisa, Teresa, Felicia?
Not reminiscent so I barely miss
Memories fading with pain
Too good of a deal
You know that I couldn't resist
I know that you're listening
Know that you're listening
Know that you're listening, listen to me
Know that you cared
When I blocked your main
You hop on your finsta
I know that you did
Crazy lurking
Just keep creeping in
Watch me go out to drink and not saying a thing
Tears down your chin
It mixed with makeup
The first time You realized my love running thinner, uh
God-sent, heaven-sent
Whatever you call me don't call me a saint
Matter' fact writing this song just making an effort
I'm trying to right my wrongs not writing my wrongs
Stop counting the wrongs
It's on me to date for revenge
You know I was hurt
You know I was hurt
You know I was hurt
You know I was
Looking for flings for dinner to fill up like "next meal"
Damage been done
Can't simply just fix it with Flex Seal
To all o' the ladies that wronged me
To all o' the women I wronged
The one who taught me loyalty left me chasing
I'm back on my Don Jon, okay
Thrilla Manila, she calling me Poppa
Since twenty-nineteen, been empirical
Going through dates like consumables
If it's over a month, a miracle
Still got some feelings, residual
Still got some feelings, visceral
Cutting you off, habitual
End of the story, satirical

3:30 you calling on the phone
4:30 I arrived and you ain't home
Playing these games every night cause you know you're mine
You know you're mine
Woah
Out to Orlando we ride
Serenade me up at night
Smoking up a little something, yeah
Rollin' up then we can slide
Downtime's my favorite time
I'm reminiscing on your lips
Said you love me but it ain't the right time
Showed you love in my prime, I guess
It is whatever
It is whatever
Fuck all the what-ifs
Fuck all the what-ifs
Fuck all the what
Ahh, you know
Destiny and soulmates
True love and all that childhood fairytales
Nonsense
You were right, I-, I should've listened to you
Had me waiting on my phone all-day
For you to hit me back
Showed you the love, the care, the world
You know that's a fact
Let me tell you somethin'
Gaslighting me time and time again
Lying to my face, tryna make it last
I'ma make it fast for ya
I ain't missing your accompany
Talking shit, you want apology?
Never once said you proud of me
The time we shared was a tragedy
Took you places that you'll go now
All new, but they're old now
Said the world's only so big
Told your ass we should slow down
Woah, told your ass we should slow down
Slow down, slow down
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
God-sent, heaven-sent
Whatever you call me don't call me a saint
Matter' fact writing this song just making an effort
I'm trying to right my wrongs not writing my wrongs
Stop counting the wrongs
It's on me to date for revenge
You know I was hurt
But I never
I never wanted to win, uh
Too many times in Arcadia
In the back we was kicking
Like Katie in South Carolina
But honestly can't even think of her name
Was it Lisa, Teresa, Felicia?
Not reminiscent so I barely miss
Memories fading with pain
Too good of a deal
You know that I couldn't resist
I know that you're listening
Know that you're listening
Know that you're listening, listen to me
Know that you cared
When I blocked your main
You hop on your finsta
I know that you did
Crazy lurking
Just keep creeping in
Watch me go out to drink and not saying a thing
Tears down your chin
It mixed with makeup
The first time You realized my love running thinner, uh
God-sent, heaven-sent
Whatever you call me don't call me a saint
Matter' fact writing this song just making an effort
I'm trying to right my wrongs not writing my wrongs
Stop counting the wrongs
It's on me to date for revenge
You know I was hurt
You know I was hurt
You know I was hurt
You know I was
Looking for flings for dinner to fill up like "next meal"
Damage been done
Can't simply just fix it with Flex Seal
To all o' the ladies that wronged me
To all o' the women I wronged
The one who taught me loyalty left me chasing
I'm back on my Don Jon, okay
Thrilla Manila, she calling me Poppa
Since twenty-nineteen, been empirical
Going through dates like consumables
If it's over a month, a miracle
Still got some feelings, residual
Still got some feelings, visceral
Cutting you off, habitual
End of the story, satirical