Used to hit it like a high note Baby where would this thing go If I packed my bags for the city And I left this place tomorrow? Got nothing to do right now Every excuse about Some inside joke I pretend not to know But I got you figured out Stay up all night Walk in your Off Whites Mile in your shoes just to prove That we alright Alright Alright He said, "I don't really care" Yeah body languages speak Guess that our love's insincere But its all that I need And you'd be feeding my fears Being honest with me With me