He ain't me And she ain't you They make love While we made do A kiss won't fix An open wound So are we swept up off our feet Or filling shoes? Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes Yeah Don't you hate it when you're driving past the Whole Foods That we used to roll to? You never had Açaí Bowls til I showed you It's crazy how something so new turns to go-to And don't it suck when you know you're about to see me? Shit ain't ever easy You bought a new dress from Free People But you don't speak freely Or else you would've told me that you really need me I found love So I thought You did too But he ain't me And she ain't you They make love While we made do A kiss won't fix An open wound So are we swept up off our feet Or filling shoes? Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes Ooh Don't you hate it when the past has to stay back? You been on my mind like this Dodgers LA hat Hard to move on when my mind finds its way back I'm Rick Ross, you're the Mayback Cause I found love So I thought You did too But he ain't me And she ain't you They make love While we made do A kiss won't fix An open wound So are we swept up off our feet Or filling shoes? Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes