What We Could’ve Been

[Intro]
Yeah
You know what hurts the most?
It’s what we could’ve been
But you ain’t want that
[Verse 1]
Met you at your mama porch
Summer air, sandals, that scorched concrete
Said you never had a friend like me
Turned friend to a fling to a war, then repeat
You was in my passenger
Bare feet on the dash, tongue ring, cold drink
Telling me your last dude did you wrong
Funny how you turned around, did the same thing
I took you to my granny church
Whole fam asking who you is, you just grin
I was thinking ‘bout a little house, two kids
You was thinking ‘bout your next weekend
[Chorus]
Look at what we could’ve been
Bonnie and Clyde, ride to the end
You turned “forever” into pretend
Cut me open, called it a trend
We could’ve been goals, we could’ve been us
You traded my love for a lil’ rush
Now every “what if” stuck in my head
Thinking ‘bout what we could’ve been instead
[Verse 2]
I ain’t even trip when you lied first time
Blamed it on the Henny, said you crossed that line
Shed a couple tears, said you swear you mine
I was too in love, read between them signs
Second time hit like a truck
You ain’t even flinch when you gave that up
Phone face down in the bathroom light
I saw my own name in y’all late night stuff
You ain’t know I peeped them DMs
Screenshots sitting on a cracked-screen phone
You ain’t know I sat in the driveway
Hands on the wheel, couldn’t drive back home
Told my boys “Nah, she different”
Had me out here tryna act grown
You was out here tryna act single
On a close-friends story in his cologne
[Chorus]
Look at what we could’ve been
Bonnie and Clyde, ride to the end
You turned “forever” into pretend
Cut me open, called it a trend
We could’ve been goals, we could’ve been us
You traded my love for a lil’ rush
Now every “what if” stuck in my head
Thinking ‘bout what we could’ve been instead
[Bridge]
You ain’t break me once
You broke me in pieces (yeah)
Time after time after time
Every lie had a sequel (time after time)
Now you say you miss my voice
Hit my line when you bored at ten
But I ain’t tryna heal your guilt
I’m just grieving what we could’ve been (what we could’ve been)
[Chorus]
Look at what we could’ve been
Bonnie and Clyde, ride to the end
You turned “forever” into pretend
Cut me open, called it a trend
We could’ve been goals, we could’ve been us
You traded my love for a lil’ rush
Now every “what if” stuck in my head
Thinking ‘bout what we could’ve been instead

rap, Moody Southern trap ballad with male vocals; spacious piano over hard-kicking 808s and crisp hi-hats, dark synth pads under the verses. Hook swells with layered autotuned harmonies and subtle choir pads. Verses ride a laid-back drawl, occasional triplet flows; bridge strips to piano and vocal, then full beat returns for the final chorus., pop, hip hop