Been about three days and I'm coming back
I'm about four minutes from a heart attack
And I think you make me a maniac
But you don't know
Two years and we in between
But we both been males and we seventeen
Here we go fistfight in a limousine
But they don't know
And we both hope there's something
But we both won't keep frontin'
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking,
damn, if these walls could talk
Well, they'd be like
* is crazy, right
And ain't your baby numb
Been about two weeks since you went away
I'm about halfway through a cabernet
There I go, I'm wasting a solid day Sitting at home
Told my new roommate not to let you in
But she's so damn good with a bobby pin
Now you're gonna play me like a violin, hitting these notes
And we both hope that's something
But we both are okay fun
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking down where if these walls could talk
Well, they be like,
* is crazy right?
That ain't your baby no more
Hey!
No more!
That ain't your baby no more