Downtown Seattle on a weekend You live kinda close, but not too close Hit your FaceTime, are you decent? It´s nine o´clock, you either naked or you fully clothed
Why you in the club on a Thursday? These niggas always thirsty and it´s full of those Matchin´ pyjamas season is comin´ up How we both single? Girl, we gon´ cut it close ´Cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine Put tequila on pause, you drinkin´ white wine But Stella ain´t wine, I hope you know that You say stop makin´ fun of you or I go back to them stank hoes To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles, to them Instagram models, who only worried ´bout her angles
No, thank you I know what I got, it ain´t an angel But I wouldn´t trade your ass for no one
Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin´ me Even at my worst, I know you lovin´ me On days I don´t put you first, you still in love with me Even at my worst, I know you lovin´ me On days I don´t put you first, you still in love with me
Yeah, uh So fuckin´ with them bitches ain´t no fair trade Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe Could fuck with someone else, it ain´t the same thing
So, no, thank you I know what I got, it ain´t an angel But I wouldn´t trade your ass for no one Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin´ me (Ah)
I know what I got, it ain´t an angel But I wouldn´t trade your ass for no one Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin´ me
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