Yeah, how many nights can we get dressed up?Back and forth over some Italian wineBy the time I give you your Christmas giftBaby girl, I swear it might be Valentine's, yeahFightin' with me, tryna fire me upThat's not gonna work, I'm a passive guyI know that I'm treatin' you better than him'Cause you do not come home with no blackened eyeWhen we fuck, it obviously feels goodBut I can't tell if you been leaving satisfiedWe're both on the way like we're passing byThat info that you asking for is classifiedAnd you know I call you my baby girlNo wonder that you been feeling pacified, yeahSwear my daddy got me a Christmas giftIt's a Gen5 and that bitch is modifiedI know what I did, but I apologizeI wanna be your man, am I qualified?Swear I wanna be your man, am I qualified?Swear I wanna be your man, am I qualified?You ignored the rumors a lot of times, yeahI know what I did and I apologizeYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeahDon't know what I did, but I did apologizeI don't think you love me, but I could be wrongSitting at this table and I don't belongYou don't know how hard it is writing songsMaybe you respect me for righting my wrongsWhy do I feel low? I been high for so longYou were my best friend, it felt right from the startTimes when you would show me the light in the darkThen you drink and you make a spiteful remarkTimes we spent together, it's like we're apartTake that arrow and shoot it right through my heartCrawl into my bed, I could die in your armsCrawl into my bed, I could die in your armsAyyTake that arrow and shoot it right through my heartCrawl into my bed, I could die in your armsCrawl into my bed, I could die right nowAyyCrawl into my bed, I could die right now
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Yeah, how many nights can we get dressed up?
Back and forth over some Italian wine
By the time I give you your Christmas gift
Baby girl, I swear it might be Valentine's, yeah
Fightin' with me, tryna fire me up
That's not gonna work, I'm a passive guy
I know that I'm treatin' you better than him
'Cause you do not come home with no blackened eye
When we fuck, it obviously feels good
But I can't tell if you been leaving satisfied
We're both on the way like we're passing by
That info that you asking for is classified
And you know I call you my baby girl
No wonder that you been feeling pacified, yeah
Swear my daddy got me a Christmas gift
It's a Gen5 and that bitch is modified
I know what I did, but I apologize
I wanna be your man, am I qualified?
Swear I wanna be your man, am I qualified?
Swear I wanna be your man, am I qualified?
You ignored the rumors a lot of times, yeah
I know what I did and I apologize
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah
Don't know what I did, but I did apologize
I don't think you love me, but I could be wrong
Sitting at this table and I don't belong
You don't know how hard it is writing songs
Maybe you respect me for righting my wrongs
Why do I feel low? I been high for so long
You were my best friend, it felt right from the start
Times when you would show me the light in the dark
Then you drink and you make a spiteful remark
Times we spent together, it's like we're apart
Take that arrow and shoot it right through my heart
Crawl into my bed, I could die in your arms
Crawl into my bed, I could die in your arms
Ayy
Take that arrow and shoot it right through my heart
Crawl into my bed, I could die in your arms
Crawl into my bed, I could die right now
Ayy
Crawl into my bed, I could die right now
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