[Verse 1: L8LOOMER]
I feel entitled to your mind
Body and soul
My angel popped up out of nowhere
Like the front of a rose
We have our disagreements
We have preconceived notions
We have decent evenings
Our nights, our best moments
I love when I ask who's [?]
You make me force it out you
At your job, on your desk
Like nothing's corporate about you
You a boss bitch
You work would never devalue
I lost you before, I hope you're down to reconcile
I just made reservations in Beverly Hills
I'd rather eat at Compton, BBQ on a grill
But she wants champagne and oysters
And life 'bout choices
I'll let you make mine, I trust your judgement
Are we just fucking?
Are we free spirits?
You heard it all before so now you just gotta feel it
You're an open book but not much written
You said you can live without me
C'mon, who're we kidding?