Been about three days and I´m comin´ 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 [?] seventeen
Here we go, fist fight in a limousine
But they don´t know

And we both hope there´s something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it´s a closed discussion
And I´m thinking "damn, if these walls could talk"

(Oh-oh-oh)
Well, they´d be like
(Oh-oh-oh)
"Shit is crazy right?"
(Oh-oh-oh)
I ain´t your baby no more

Been about two weeks since you went away

I´m about halfway through a Cabernet
And I go, I´m wastin´ a Saturday
Sittin´ at home
Told my new roommate not to let you in
But you´re so damn good with a bobby pin
Now you gon´ play me like a violin
Hittin´ these notes

And we both hope there´s something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it´s a closed discussion
And I´m thinking "damn, if these walls could talk"

(Oh-oh-oh)
Well, they´d be like
(Oh-oh-oh)
"Shit is crazy right?"

(Oh-oh-oh)
I ain´t your baby no more
(Oh-oh-oh)
Hey
(Oh-oh-oh)
No more
(Oh-oh-oh)
I ain´t your baby no more
(Oh-oh-oh)