I've been living automatic
Going back and forth is always the peak
I think I might go back to Cali
And pretend like I'm cool with the fact that we never speak
Yeah we used to be like Jack and Sally
But when my skeleton showing, yeah then you're regretting me
Now my blood is running through the valley
Yeah, I know that she know that she'll be the death of me
Whoa
Feel like she getting ahead of me
I go as far as she letting me
I got the temperature, Mercury
She be Persephone
I can be Hades, I'm coming to get her
We fall in love in the spring and die in winter
The ice on me making her shiver
I got the arrow and she be the quiver
Embrace her whenever I'm with her

I fit her like perfect
And then we became each other's favorite diversion
But now I look at her like she's a different person
And now she look at me like "is it really worth it?"
I don't care if it's worth it
I love the way that you work it
You've got the curse of curves
More curves than a page full of cursive words
More curves than a wave in the wake at the bay
That day was the day I learned
That you've got the curves

I'ma get what I deserve
And I'ma make sure I'll be heard
She hang up on every word
Don't leave it up to her and I to confer
Been going all year like damn
I deserve to be heard from the southwest side to the burbs
Stay in that shade, been digging that dirt
Kick-pushing that griptape, flipping them birds
Sipping that bourbon, burning germ
Like Persian girl, give me that turban
Blackout curtains, certain, permanently on my nerves
I've learned to get beyond my surface tension
Is it what I prefer?
I don't agree, you'll never see me speaking on
Anything I don't observe

She thought I was perfect
And then we became each other's favorite diversion
But now I look at her like she's a different person
And now she look at me like "is he really worth it?"
I don't care if I'm worth it
I just want to see you work it
You've got the curse of curves
More curves than a page full of cursive words
More curves than a wave in the wake at the bay
That day was the day I learned
That you've got the curse of curves

She be my Mia Wallace
I'll be your Vincent Vega baby, aye
She be my Mia Wallace
I'll be your Vincent Vega baby
You do whatever I say
Dance on the stage
Run to the bathroom and sniff up the yay
If you OD
I'll bring you back to life baby
Don't worry, it's just you and me
We roll through the street