Mistah F.a.b. Miss You More (feat. Charlie Rothsteen)
[Intro: Charlie Rothsteen]
Speedy
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
Speedy
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
[Chorus: Charlie Rothsteen]
I should've told you that I love you more when you was here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
Do you understand my tears? I'm wishing that you could be here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
I don't wanna be here, I didn't ask to be here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
I had a dream you was knockin' at the door, yeah
I had a dream, I had a dream
[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Lookin' at my phone, goin' through these texts
On Instagram, goin' through these pictures
I miss you bein' around, I miss bein' with you
I miss my lil' homie, I swear he was my lil' nigga
Before the streets knew him as Frost, man, I knew him as 'Quise
I was lil' Bill who played baseball, yeah, who stayed down the street
Before the dreads and the long hair, lil' big head, lil' bald head
All of the ghetto children that Pepsi quit playin' ball there
Before gang gang and the bang bang
'Til his last day, I was givin' game
Wasn't perfect by no means
But I believe he was tryna change
Make me feel like I should've did more
Somebody was out, then some ins scored
Rest in peace to Frost, just want you to know I miss you, one
[Chorus: Charlie Rothsteen]
I should've told you that I love you more when you was here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
Do you understand my tears? I'm wishing that you could be here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
I don't wanna be here, I didn't ask to be here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
I had a dream you was knockin' at the door, yeah
I had a dream, I had a dream
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Rob Ben, I was thinkin' 'bout a dice game the other night
Start thinkin' 'bout them house parties when you used to hit them niggas with that overripe
At AC house when we had house parties and we stayed overnight
Damn near 'bout to fight, arguin' over dice, uh
I miss you, cousin, I think of you often
Hotboxin' with the shower on, we comin' out coughin'
Four hundred degrees, we called it
We was teenage alcoholics
Wasn't worried 'bout ballin'
Only worried about ballin' (Hoopin')
I can't believe they shot my homie
I swear this street shit so phony
Then Marshawn opened up a restaurant and named it after you
Had you on my mind, I miss you
[Chorus: Charlie Rothsteen]
I should've told you that I love you more when you was here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
Do you understand my tears? I'm wishing that you could be here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
I don't wanna be here, I didn't ask to be here
I miss you more that you gone, yeah
I had a dream you was knockin' at the door, yeah
I had a dream, I had a dream
