I got a baddie, her hand fit mine like a glove
Yeah, she was sent from my body
Yeah, she was sent from the heavens
She's a angel
She relieve all my stressin'
I know she like how I'm dressin'
Ayo, P-22, Cortez, in track suit
Navy, 4C, Pima, coupe, risin' around
She askin' about when am I gonna say I do
She askin' about when am I gonna say I do
Now you're makin' faces at me
You're makin' faces
Now you're makin' faces at me
You're makin' faces
Out in the cold, my fingers are numb
Open cuts, I bleed out
Alcohol to clean the wounds
Sober force to clean it
Who would've thought you was right all along?
Your lines had no meaning
I'm not a liar, but I don't want you to find all the facts that I leave out
Like, when I told them that I gave a * when I didn't
When I saw all of the things they ain't want me to see
Yeah, somehow I still kept it hidden
Somehow became who I wanted to be
I gave you * when I know that I shouldn't
Way that you ask, I just know that I couldn't say no
I just couldn't say no
Cuz you're makin' faces at me
Now you're makin' faces
Now you're makin' faces at me
Now you're makin' faces
Now you're makin' faces at me
Now you're makin' faces at me
Now you're makin' faces at me
Now you're makin' faces
Now you're makin' faces at me
Now you're makin' faces
Now you're makin' faces at me
Now you're makin' faces
You're making faces at me, you're making faces
You're making faces at me, you're making faces
All I do is think about you
Do you think about me?
Do you think about me?