Unannounced

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[Hook – Both] Door don’t swing both ways, I learned that late Three months on my couch, three thousand miles of space Now I’m the one needin’ a couple days And the silence comin’ back don’t sound the same One hand full of real ones, rest just know the name He means more to me… than I mean to him today [Verse 1 – Narrator] Pocket full of numbers, most of ’em just wave True ones fit on fingers, I can count ’em on one hand, no cape Hit him when the weight was heavy, said I need a couple days He busy like the rest, “Hit me in a couple months,” okay So I waited like a fool, calendar flip, no text, no call Rang again, straight to voicemail, so I typed it out raw Said I’ll hop the Harley, ride up, stay a night or two, that’s all He hit back, “I’ll try when I can… but it don’t look good, dawg” I ain’t mad, just raw, feelin’ played on the low Twenty years back that same man pulled up, no warning, no show Unannounced at the door, three thousand miles of road Stayed three months, I cleared the spare room, never asked what he owed Fed him, gave him space, treated it like what friends do Now the script flipped and I’m learnin’ the door don’t swing for two [Hook – Both] Door don’t swing both ways, I learned that late Three months on my couch, three thousand miles of space Now I’m the one needin’ a couple days And the silence comin’ back don’t sound the same One hand full of real ones, rest just know the name He means more to me… than I mean to him today [Verse 2 – Second Voice] Yeah, I hear you, I been that man on the other side of the text Busy ain’t always an excuse, sometimes it’s just the exit You opened the door when I had nowhere else to rest Three months under your roof, I should’ve answered better than this But life got heavy, calendar full, and I let it slip Didn’t mean to make you feel like the bond was thin Still, real talk—some of us only show up when we need the help Then disappear when the favor’s supposed to come back itself You kept the count on one hand, I was supposed to stay in the set Instead I left you waitin’, and that silence got respect I ain’t gon’ lie and say I was there when you called But I remember that couch, that room, that you never made me crawl So if the door don’t swing both ways, that’s on me, not the past Some friendships get tested… and not everybody pass [Hook – Both] Door don’t swing both ways, I learned that late Three months on my couch, three thousand miles of space Now I’m the one needin’ a couple days And the silence comin’ back don’t sound the same One hand full of real ones, rest just know the name He means more to me… than I mean to him today [Outro – Narrator] Still got a couple fingers left on that hand But this one cut deeper than I planned Unannounced then, unanswered now Yeah… the door don’t swing both ways no how.