Multiverse, Pt. 2

I got a bottle of O.J and Tito's at my crib Maybe you come and we hash out the things that we said I think there's not a better time We've been quarantined for some time And it's got me thinking if the world's gonna end 'Cause lately I'm dreaming about you and we're more than friends They range from us dancing real close To you catching me with them hoes I'd warn you empty White Claws and crusty socks, riddle the floor But seeing you reminds me of when things were more simple Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad I fumbled That's just the way the cookie crumbles Sometimes I don't want sex, I just wanna cuddle That's just the way the cookie crumbles I got some weed in a bowl to blaze, there's O.G. at my crib Maybe you come around and map out the things that we planned I'm thinking there's no better time For three weeks I've been staying inside It feels like it's doomsday and the world's gonna end I'm sleeping in lately and dreaming of girls that used to date me I'm sorry I've got no control Subconscious thoughts, I hate them all And I bought you Chanel matching jewelry that you threw on the floor "Casa, amigo, shots, tequila" nights, they were so simple Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad I fumbled That's just the way the cookie crumbles Sometimes I think about the past and I stumble That's just the way the cookie crumbles I don't mind if you don't write back I'll give it five, then it's on to the next I want you here, but I won't try too hard I might not commit to stay six feet apart I don't care if you bring your wine I won't drink, but I swear I don't mind You'll get all tipsy and try to be tough I'll act indifferent, but can't get enough Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad I fumbled (fumbled) That's just the way the cookie crumbles (crumbles) Sometimes I don't want sex, I just want your number So I can message you but never respond