[Chorus]
\nYou sick of the bickerin'
\nHow could I blame you?
\nYeah, you picture-perfect, bought a frame too
\nI won't ever touch it if it pains you
\nAll this driving, I know that it strains you
\nAs I'm writing, you cruising at 82 down 65
\nNo Shade Room, never pick sides
\nIf you did, I know you would pick mine
\nKiss your collarbone to your hip line
\nThen you clean me up, just like the spit shine
\nHow you undressing, but it fits fine?
\nKiss your collarbone to your hip line
\nThen you clean me up, just like the spit shine
\nHow you undressing, but it—
\n
\n[Verse 1]
\nI ain't seen you in a minute
\nBaby, you cold (Cole), yeah, you been it (Bennett)
\nYou say you want it, I spend it
\nI don't got money, if I got it, I give it to you (yeah)
\nI'll go to different dimensions for you (yeah)
\nClear out the house, it's no tenants for you
\nI been outside with the gang
\nThat don't compare to you next to me
\nGod as my witness, you blessing me
\nWe just some children with destiny (ahh)
\nLove how it feels when you pressin' me
\nI don't do pills, but if I had to guess
\nThen I would prolly say you somethin' like ecstasy
\n(Is that all you're doing today?)
\nTell me you meant for me
\nTell me you sent for me
\nI know you heaven-sent, girl, that's a fact
\nI bet when you walked down the stairs, they played the symphony (whew)
\nI don't got time to waste—I'd waste it all if you sittin' here next to me
\nLove what you do to me sexually
\nFailed all my quizzes, but see that you testin' me
\nYou headed home
\nI do a show
\nI'll see you next weekend, it's not on the low
\nEveryone knows
\nAnd I like it like that
\nThe fame come in, and depression bite back
\nI know shit's hard, but the lessons like that
\nThe world swing first, baby, you gotta fight back
\nThe day too long, spark a J for the nightcap
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nYou sick of the bickerin' (yeah, yeah, whew)
\nHow could I blame you?
\nYeah, you picture-perfect, bought a frame too
\nI won't ever touch it if it pains you
\nAll this driving, I know that it strains you
\nAs I'm writing, you cruising at 82 down 65
\nNo Shade Room, never pick sides
\nIf you did, I know you would pick mine (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
\nKiss your collarbone to your hip line
\nThen you clean me up, just like the spit shine
\nHow you undressing, but it fits fine? (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
\nKiss your collarbone to your hip line
\nThen you clean me up, just like the spit shine
\nHow you undressing, but it—
\n
\n[Verse 2]
\nWe still tryna figure it out
\nYou tell me I should probably start to listen more, maybe speak less
\nWhy you talkin' to me like it's recess?
\n'Cause we both grown, 'til it resets
\nNot a short drive, Tennessee stretch
\nAt the goal line, you a mean catch
\nFuck your ex-man, I'll take the high road
\nNot on eye level, hard to see threats (whew, whew)
\nBeen a long day, lemme process, load the project, fuck a preset
\nBut I can't judge if you eject
\nYeah, we locked in, like the precinct
\nGirl, you stuck with me like a defect
\nIf the raps fail, but our health's good
\nAnd you got me, could we be set? Goddamn
\nI'm here to tell you what love is
\nGive you the knife before turning my back
\nKnow in my heart that you'd never attack
\nStill need to get to the root like the grapevine
\nYeah, I told you this shit really take time
\nYeah, I know you be lackin' some patience
\nSo, baby, just come around—take mine, take mine, take mine
\nWe was out late night in my city
\nTake my pride, don't give me pity
\nHow you act mean when you look that pretty?
\n(Take mine, take mine, take mine, take mine, take mine)
\n(You could take all I got, you could take all I got, you could take all—)\n\n
