I fuck up like everyday, I fuck up in every way I fuck up like when I pull up on Sunday at Chick-Fil-A My-my dark twisted fantasy, beautiful insanity When the rain pours, I´m the one you call your canopy Face be moisturized, sun keep beamin´ on your thighs In Hawaii lookin´ fly, my obsession multiplies, yeah Butter on my fingers I´m nothing like Jerry Rice When you glow, that´s how I glow So my feelings they pay the price
I don´t wanna feel like I need ya
You´re a catch but I´m not a receiver I´m nervous what this might turn into Know my skin glows whenever I see ya
Is this shit forever? Where´s the evidence? Should I even bother? I guess that´s confidence We sippin´ sake soakin´ sun so sofa´s never comfy So sorry summer´s over but you still my lil´ mommy I wake up, then get up, graveyard shift ´til 5 You stay up, then we fuck, you always down to ride When she do the tip drill, throw it like a pinwheel My problems only minor, nonexistent like a kids´ wheel
I don´t wanna feel like I need ya You´re a catch but I´m not a receiver I´m nervous what this might turn into Know my skin glows whenever I see ya