Lyrics
Baby Girl what's your plans
Imma just tape right here
Imma just tape right here
Love
Love still sticks but you faked out
Love still sticks but you faked out
I'm calling you
And I can't catch my breath
It makes no sense
And I can't feel sure
And you can't make nice
But I want your chuckle
I want the red in the face
Little ones tying they lace
Wait on the curb
Jeopardy seven debates
Simple, but how does it taste?
How does it taste?
How does it taste?
Got your metal on you too
Flat tire on them bikes
We would roll around
Roll around
'Til we get in one of our fights
You was just like your ex then
I would look around for exits
Never thought the things I said then
Baby girl your pretty
Soft spoke, but gritty
Wanna fight right now
Wanna fuck right now
Wanna fight
(Wanna fuck)
Right now
I don't
I don't stand where they are
I don't care
I don't care
I don't stand where they are
I don't care
I don't care
I don't stand where they are
(Say you fucked the same broad)
I don't care
(Fucked 'em in the same car)
I don't care
I don't stand where they are
(It ain't)
I don't care
I don't care
(It ain't my bra)