I like the small eye face scrunch laugh that you do
I like the fact that you're the same no matter who in the room
I like your hair up hair down dammit you're cute
The way you grab me, not your phone when you see a good view
Yeah you're a nice girl
And man I like that shit
You got manners, great grammar, that cool glamour and shit
And I could see you as a momma when you talk to a kid
The way you always listen when somebody's talking and shit
But anyways, miss the days, it was snowing back then
And we'd toboggan by the bog and love was so innocent
And we should go on 50 trips, with a 50 buck tent
Or we should go fifty-fifty, fifty months on some rent
That's 4 years, 4.2, that's what Google had said
I'm bored to tears, I ordered food, I need you in my bed
I'm trying to do it death
I'm tryna move without dread
Let's cop a crib, then renovate, and then quadruple the shed
And I was feeling lost, now I'm good, now I'm okay
And I was barely using sunscreen cuz they throw enough shade
They used to say you might make it but but but play safe
I was getting more buts then a damn ashtray
This one's my favourite
Oh I thought we were supposed to be listening to it for the first time
You're leaving, you have no room to judge
Are you going to keep holding that against me?
Always
I like the long shirt, short shirts, Facetiming you
I like you cringing at the movies when the acting is poo
And that little look during murder pods when they say a clue
And when you find a new song I'm who you're showing it to
Yeah you're a nice girl
And man I like that shit
I'll put a ring up on your finger like a championship
And we should drink a little bubbly that's what champions sip
I swear I'm channelling Mike Chandler when I'm chanting this shit
Uh huh huh
In the morning when we wake up and nap
Uh huh huh
Then we get up and we might have a snack
Uh huh huh
Those the days that I love in the past
And those the days that I've been thinking that I always want back
I think our future getting brighter shit been lining all up
And we should stick it out I know sometime my timing could suck
And you my Ringpop, Caramilk, Cream Soda crush
And we don't gotta be them, cuz baby we could be us
And I'm a quote-star, rapping til I'm Mozart
Mouth is by a mic unless my mouth is where your toes are
Swear I like it dirtier than money up in Ozarks
Man I gotta go hard
Moonwalk thru the slow part
Yeah yeah