Believe me, it's me and you to the end
Yeah, so nice
I don't even know how it feels anymore, mm
I don't even look at the bill anymore
I can only tell 'em if it's my goal, if it's yours
Mm, I don't even know how it feels anymore
Yeah, yeah, oh, baby
Oh, seems like I got to double back on a land mine
No tags on my black Polo, cold neckline
Spent a lot of dough, no small conversations
Singin' what you are, she said, "Where's you escapin'?"
You know who you are, you a star to me (You know who you are)
Don't know what you want but I love your dedication
You know who you are, you a star to me
Dunno, got me me thinkin' bout monogamy
Chicken chili when I gotta chase
Six A.M. is when I got to leave
Catchin' feelings, that's your hobby, right?
I'm supposed to be an honorable king
I love chillin' with the common types
Cut my palm on
At least you got the riser right
What's the odds you the kind I like?
Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread
Goddamn, you gotta lay off them backwoods, baby