Girl you're looking sweeter than a honeycomb
Shoot me a text when you're coming home
Let's see who's next, God they're blowing up my phone
All of sudden, it's quiet now it's going ghost
Prost, eye contact
Throwing down shots we don't get this time back
I'm a live act, she doesn't f*ck with artist
I'm no Picasso but my pictures go the hardest
I'm on my bard shit, singing to the crown
I see her as the queen so I hope she sticks around
But she left me at the lost and found, now I'm lonely
I took her to the dog pound, but she's a pony
I saddled up my sensitive side, I wouldn't lie
I packed up my bags dap the pilot before I fly
I find myself in a distant land far away
No matter where I go loves a complicated place
I'm bringing sexy back Justin Timberlake
They love my mustache sitting on my face
Do a double take, wait, I'm a whole snack filling up a plate
I'm all bones but I make up for my lack of cake
I'm from the states, no I don't have a gun
But I've got my holster strapped with this coke and rum
I'm on the guest list, that's why I got this fresh fit
I want to catch your eyes and find your red lips
Blood running down my chin, I'm fresh shaved
I pray to god that tonight I don't get played
We hit the rave, glitter on my shoes
Molly on my mind and I'm not talking about you
I'm in Europe now, where the names sound sweet
Maria, Charlotte, Gabriella Genevieve
Romance drips, all around these streets
So how the f*ck am I still this lonely