[Chorus : tobi lou]
We talked about it in the morning when I waited up for you
When you ain't doin' the drugs, you know we ain't that much to do
You said "I'm bored, baby, I'm bored" and I said, "Hey, it's up to you"
We could pop one or two, but don't get too comfortable
We talked about it in the morning when I waited up for you
When you ain't doin' the most, you know we ain't that much to do
You said the world, it could be yours, but then I gave it up to you
If I'm not what you want I'll be your favorite substitute
[Verse 1 : tobi lou]
I was on the way tryna get right
It's never too late for a midnight
I let my hair down 'cause it looked nice
I won't take you, girl, but my bitch might
Uber, Uber, Uber out the friendzone
Why don't you let me know if you miss home?
I prolly shouldn't go, but you know how it goes
When you feelin' right but you dead wrong
'Cause you been alone, and it's been so long
She cut her hair off like she Nia Long
Then she grew it back, then she threw it back
Jonah Hill with it, super-super bad
Michael-Michael Jack, I don't know how to act
Wait, what? I love bein' Black
I'm gettin' off track, I gotta take it back
Whoa, what were we talkin' about?
We talked about it in the morning when I waited up for you
When you ain't doin' the drugs, you know we ain't that much to do
You said "I'm bored, baby, I'm bored" and I said, "Hey, it's up to you"
We could pop one or two, but don't get too comfortable
We talked about it in the morning when I waited up for you
When you ain't doin' the most, you know we ain't that much to do
You said the world, it could be yours, but then I gave it up to you
If I'm not what you want I'll be your favorite substitute
[Verse 1 : tobi lou]
I was on the way tryna get right
It's never too late for a midnight
I let my hair down 'cause it looked nice
I won't take you, girl, but my bitch might
Uber, Uber, Uber out the friendzone
Why don't you let me know if you miss home?
I prolly shouldn't go, but you know how it goes
When you feelin' right but you dead wrong
'Cause you been alone, and it's been so long
She cut her hair off like she Nia Long
Then she grew it back, then she threw it back
Jonah Hill with it, super-super bad
Michael-Michael Jack, I don't know how to act
Wait, what? I love bein' Black
I'm gettin' off track, I gotta take it back
Whoa, what were we talkin' about?
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