... Birthday
Like I only hear from you when it's September
I see you blowin' out the candles on your cake
Probably won't be there to see it but I remember
Look like you spent you some money on your shape
Until your [?], baby, your picture
I don't fear the dead, [?]
Just like you, I'm so country
Baby, you don't even really know me
Take your time and show me
Don't tell anybody how you move
You can help me
Heal me, told her to catch up with me
Raise two hands with no roof
Should probably fuck soon
I might grow, but I can't care less, too
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Just like you, I get seflish, too
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Just like her, I get lonely
Send her flowers, I take you shoppin', I would've been a romantic
Touchdown in our hometown, your brother told me you landin'
Brother told me you on the way, soon as you get done with your family
Saw you posted on the yacht with your homegirls in Miami
Y'all were listenin' to, "Bitch, who this for? Before I... Nevermind."
Run it by him, I'm talkin' 'bout you, I know you felt that line
No business with you, you know I hit it on the first night
Picture with you, Turks and Caicos got the most flights
These bitches will do like anything to get in your spot
Ain't none of my business, did he take you to to sit courtside?
I'ma repeat, but I almost hate it 'cause you don't hide it
Like you do me, life is solo, we ain't got no time
You wanna call my phone