Back at it, me and you, got bad habits
Back at it, me and you, we back at it
Back at it, me and you, got bad habits
Back at it, me and you, we back at it
West End, baby, Know a Birk is your favorite
Bentley Bentayga, I drive it through Gotham
Strings been attached to the point that they tangled
Girl, I can't get you out of my head
Tried three, four, five, six, seven, eight times
Keep f*cking up, but you keep taking me back
Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase, chasing these racks
Got my phone locked, ain't got time to chase hoes
Everybody fake, everybody flawed
Niggas want the cake, but ain't put it on the plate
I wish we got closure, I wish we got closer
Say you ain't happy, baby, go and be alone
Cause I'm sick of singing love songs