[Chorus: Pomsky]
We listening to Pharrell, you treat me like a pharaoh, woah
We make a good pair bitch, chasing after carrots, woah
We fell in love paris, I could see it in your eyes
I'm the right guy baby but it's the wrong time

[Verse 1: Pomsky]
Spent a thousand dollars just to try to get to know you
Little fashion mama, we can try each others clothing
I'm in the desert, feels like fear and loathing
I'm on the come up, glowing, glowing, glowing
I'm like a pod racer, going, going, going
Why you hate episode one? Why you negative? (Because it sucks!)
I'm prescribed a reasonable amount of sedatives
I'm an anxious person, I guess that's just what it is
I got a lot of heart, and it's rare
You don't even deserve it, who taught you to share?
Feeling emotional and listening to Cher
You're really god damn beautiful, I was taught not to stare, though
I'ma walk behind you if you're walking up the stairs
Gripping on your neck and pulling on your hair
Racing, racing, racing, I feel like Will Ferrell
Hope this shit ain't corny, I don't want no karo

[Chorus: Pomsky]
We listening to clairo, you treat me like a phoaroh
We make a good pair bitch, chasing after carrots, whoa
We fell in love paris, I could see it in your eyes
I'm the right guy baby but it's the wrong time
[Bridge: Pomsky]
Dry your eyes, yeah don't cry, we can put on Spotify
Make up sex and pretend we didn't fight
If you lie I gotta fly, and I got a lot of drive
And I got a lot of pride, but I'll put it to the side
Book a flight or just drive, I'll be here when you arrive
Know you're busy, if you want it you'll make time, yeah
If you lie I gotta fly, and I got a lot of drive
And I got a lot of pride, but I'll put it to the side

[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
Bathed in this moonlight
She gon' make it less than boring
3AM bowls put me out, I'm snoring
Dim lantern light breaks through the forest
These birds of prey sing out in chorus
Something 'bout tonight is gorgeous
Baby, you are so important, I can't stress it enough
I was trying to sleep but it's keeping me up
I'ma keep on calling if you keep hanging up
Some these people destiny to keep changing up
I point out the stories that you keep making up
Rain falls through the cracks in the sun roof
I can't help when you think what you want to
I can't guide you to shit in a muzzle
I'm biting at these straps while I sit and I struggle
[Verse 3: Pomsky]
I'm drunk out in Texas, like two step
I'm trying to tie up some loose ends
I'm tryna buy only two Benzes
One for me and one for my ma
I'm drunk out in Texas, like two step
I'm trying to tie up some loose ends
I'm tryna buy only two Benzes
One for me and one for my ma