I have a friend who sits at the corner lot
Selling pills to the girls when they cross the block
I told him he should quit that sketchy scene
He said, "Nothing compares to the fever dream"
It's what I do, I wait for you
I know a girl who stays still on Sunday night
Because her boy hits hard in the morning light
He told her, "Everything ends when you reach that thrill"
He told her, "Nothing exists past the window sill"
It's nothing new, I wait for you, I wait for you