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Five years gone… no texts, no calls… no signs of life…
But ohhh… now she wanna check in?

Ayo, Amy, where you been? Got amnesia or what?
Five years in London, now you back like, “Wassup?”
Switched your whole timezone, forgot your own blood?
Now you show up like a pop-up ad—girl, shut the fuck up.

Ayo, tell me—what’s the flight number back?
Or did you lose your GPS the moment you packed?
‘Cause we sent texts… delivered, never read,
Guess your WiFi works fine, just not for your friends.

Ohhh, now you remember me?
Ohhh, now you checkin’ in?
Five damn years, we ain't seen your face,
Now you here for a minute? Girl, what is this—grace?

You dropped off like a missed call, came back like you famous,
Actin’ brand new, but your loyalty is nameless.
London’s so busy—bitch, so is a text.
A five-minute convo? Girl, show some respect.

Talkin’ ‘bout I miss y’all—nah, we good,
You miss us like a diet miss fast food.
You a part-time fam, a subscription at best,
We the ones auto-renewed, you just canceled the rest.

I mean… it’s crazy, right?
How people change… how they forget…
But then… they remember you when they need somethin’.
London’s big, but so is the distance in your heart.
I mean… I ain’t sayin’ you fake, but…
Girl, you got more ghost accounts than a scam artist.

Took a flight, got a visa, thought you leveled up?
Now you back here talkin’ like we give a fuck?
You the type to leave the chat,
Come back like we forgot that?
Nahhh, we ain't forget—girl, you lost that.

Five years, no word, now your name feel foreign,
Only time you call? When your bank account is borin’.
You ghosted first, but now you back, feelin’ blessed?
Well, congrats, Amy… you just a guest.

So take your five-minute check-in, your part-time ties,
Ain't no loyalty left, ain't no surprise.
Go ahead, go ghost, do what you do,
Just don’t act shocked when we ghost you too.