Peak
36
Weeks
1
Score
215
Chart Year
2026
Rollin' around in Lincoln Town Cars, on our way to the stop Passin' the bottle, we shouldn't have found a way to make time stop Intoxicated, ridin' with gangsters with they hammers on cocked Infatuated 'cause I know deep down that they everything that I'm not I know you got a lot of demons cloggin' up your past I can do some cleanin' up for you, but I know we won't last Pass the Winter time 'cause Summer's comin' and a nigga tryin' to hit a dime or two But come next Fall, I'm findin' you and we can do it all again My niggas call it legacy I fear that the best days I've had are not ahead of me And 'cause of that, I'm searchin' for the one that got away from me So busy looking back that I can't see what God has made for me And I be texting you, texting you I'm tryna find the one who got away from me Yeah, I'm still texting you, texting you (Hey) I'm tryna find the one who got away Commitment issues, I can't even decide what's for dinner Pardon these selfish flows, I need a Yelp for hoes I need to read reviews 'cause some of the evil I see you do is unbelievable Menopause shit, inconceivable Tennis ball shit, 'causin' that racket outside my momma house What's it all about? Guess it's a thin line between love and hate The love we make is temporary like this lovely place I'm livin' in Wait, that's contemporary, never mind I'm trippin-in' But then again, it's hard to settle in this modern era We could be as tight as that dress you barely fittin' in But my fear of missin' out has got me on a trip again Ride up to that A-Town, that A-Town Tour bus, no Greyhound My lust is profound Your trust, just pray sound Your heart don't glue back quite right My heart is too black like white flight That push them people to the suburbs, now they want they city back So they raised the rent and the property tax Why I feel like in a few years I'll relate to that? Knowin' that I let you go and regrettin' that fact 'Cause I done spent so long playin' games and holdin' back From givin' all of me, too scared that I won't get it back And yes, I'm well aware I rhymed the word "back" with "back" 'Cause that's exactly the direction that I'm tired of lookin' at And that's why I be Texting you, texting you I'm tryna find the one who got away from me Texting you, texting you (Hey) I'm tryna find the one who got away (Yeah) Rollin' around in Lincoln Town Cars on our way to the stop Passin' the bottle, we shouldn't have found a way to make time stop Intoxicated, ridin' with gangsters with they hammers on cocked I'm infatuated 'cause I know deep down that they everything I'm not And I'm still texting you, texting you (Girl, just hit me back when you get to your spot, no time for no arguing) And I be texting you, texting you Call me when you wanna fly, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell you all the reasons why, yeah, yeah, yeah Youngins turnin' old, yeah, yeah, yeah Summer's turnin' into snow, yeah, yeah, yeah Memories and lullabies, yeah, yeah, yeah Floatin' in the lonely sky, yeah, yeah, yeah When the weather's gettin' cold, yeah, yeah, yeah You're the one I wanna hold, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Even back then, we knew what road to choose It's been so much time and it's that much more to lose Even back then, we knew what road to choose It's been so much time and there's that much more to lose
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Feb 21, 2026 | 36 | 90 |