I be thinking bout it all the time
Having questions on your lips growing tight
Heart beating to your tempo inside
Hard speaking through the window inside
I be thinking bout you all the time
Having questions on your lips growing tight
Heart beating to your tempo inside
Hard speaking through the window inside
She had me start struck
Looking through the window in the Starbucks
A man looking like he wanna start sum'n
The Starbucks dude was like "yeah what can I get you?"
And I realized I forgot my wallet at the crib
Regardless I was shaking
When she say felt like a part of me awakened
When she left felt like a part of me was taken
Changing plans felt like I start to see the basics
It's hard for me to say but she looks like night skies and glitch dreams
Everything I like and would be
Like a symphony that I wrote, and she don't even miss any of the high notes
And she don't even skip any of the lines wrote
Beautiful mind don't know what you do with your time
Lately I think of you when I rhyme
It's stupid I know
Ruling that wise words and deep thoughts
Moving like oh
Look at the time I be thinking of you when I'm gone
I be thinking bout it all the time
Having questions on your lips growing tight
Heart beating to your tempo inside
Hard speaking through the window inside
I be thinking bout you all the time
Having questions on your lips growing tight
Heart beating to your tempo inside
Hard speaking through the window inside
Fast forward a couple years
And however many letdowns
I'm sitting in your bed and you're living in my head now
I wish that I was dead, I had the time to get some rest now
Looking ahead and need some planning just to get out, I'm stressed out
It shouldn't be this way, and I'll be honest I always thought I wouldn't see this day
I'm tryna see a way to handle what I need to say
Tryna convince myself that I don't need to leave today
I still remember sunshine and good vibes
White wine and good times
We leave and then you call me back to apologize
We leave and you running coming back come to a compromise
Can't get it back it's in the past remember walking by
For the first time in love with how your lips curved
And not to mention how your hips work
You asked me how I fell in love with the small things and big words
Though I'm back in with the last resort to make this thing work
I be thinking bout it all the time
Having questions on your lips growing tight
Heart beating to your tempo inside
Hard speaking through the window inside
I be thinking bout you all the time
Having questions on your lips growing tight
Heart beating to your tempo inside
Hard speaking through the window inside