Been about three days
And I'm coming back
I'm about four minutes from a heart attack
And I think you make me a maniac
But you don't know, oh
Two years and we in between
But we both been here since we seventeen
Here we go
Fist fight in a limousine
But they don't know
And we both hope there's something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking
Damn if these walls could talk
Woah-oh-oh
Well they'd be like
Woah-oh-oh
Shit is crazy right
Woah-oh-oh
That ain't your baby no more
Woah-oh-oh
Been about two weeks since you went away
I'm about halfway through a cabernet
There I go
I'm wasting a Saturday sitting at ho-home
Told my new roommate not to let you in
But you're so damn good with a bobby pin
Now you're gonna play me like a violin
Hitting these notes
And we both hope there's something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking
Damn if these walls could talk
Woah-oh-oh
Well they'd be like
Woah-oh-oh
Shit is crazy right
Woah-oh-oh
That ain't your baby no more
Woah-oh-oh [2x]
Hey, woah-oh-oh
No more
Woah-oh-oh
That ain't your baby no more