Everybody calling 'cept the girl I wanna talk to
These holes up in my heart got it looking like a Croc shoe
When bodies dropping daily oughta line me up in chalk too
Feels like I'm dead without her
I mean
I'm still respirating
Love her while the rest are hating
They say she's a hoe, but I'ma put that to the test with dating
Best behaving
Every chance I get to be around her
Wasn't really pushing sex
But I'm in love with every sound her
Body makes as I plays with the pace
And her body shakes like them Haitian earthquakes
And I wanna see her face
Maybe swing by her place
But I don't got my license
And the car ain't got no plates
Friends asking why don't I
Just call a Lyft or Uber
"Maybe then you'll get to do her"
If you only met or knew her
You would understand
That we ain't popping rubber bands
Man, we're feeling 'bout as broke as the homeless with drugs in hands
Baby we both got a spending problem
Let's try to fix it
Or we can get together and see how our problems mix with
Each other
And just hope that there's no confliction
I'm sick of all this conviction
Been honest since the beginning
Of our relationship
And why you always gotta say some shit
Asking what I'ma make of it
I don't know maybe breaking it off
Hate to burst or tear your bubble
We are not a married couple
Baby girl, we're barely rubble (Barely rubble)
We're just tryna construct enough of
All the right things to say so we're convinced we get enough love (Enough love)
And at times it's a bit confusing
Other times a bit amusing
I really don't wanna lose it on ya (Lose it on ya)
But if I do then I apologize
I'm hoping in the future it ain't the same with these other guys
Guys
Guys