Connect

Yeah, isn't it amazing

How you talk all this shit and we still lack communication

How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincing

How every conversation starts with, "This time will be different," oh

Oh, the idea's fun

Oh, the idea's fun

Oh, the idea is so fun every time

At least we try for home run every time

Swanging

Eyes closed, just swanging

Same city, same friends, if you're looking for me

Same city, same friends, if you're looking

I'll be here, just swanging

Don't talk to me like I'm famous

And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe

I'm just tryna connect with something, babe

Yeah, swanging, ay

She just wanna run around the city and make memories

That she can barely remember

And I'd allow her

Talk about pussy power

Yeah

She just wanna run over my feelings

Like she drinking and driving in an eighteen wheeler

And I'd allow her

Talk about pussy power

She used to say, "You can be whoever you want"

Even yourself

Yeah, I'd show up knowing exactly who I was and never leave as myself

But when it falls apart, I'm always still down

To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground

Wish you would learn to love people and use things

And not the other way around

Swanging

Eyes closed, just swanging

Same city, same friends, if you're looking for me

Same city, same friends, if you're looking

I'll be here, just swanging, ay

Don't talk to me like I'm famous, ay

Don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe

I'm just tryna connect with something, baby

I'll be here, just swanging, ay, ay

I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is

She call and tell me be here 'fore the sun up

I'd be dressed before we hung up

I take Eglinton to 401 East and

Exit at Markham Road in the East End

Where all the pretty girls are sleeping

My license been expired, I'll renew it after the weekend

Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends

Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness

I hate stopping for gas this late 'cause there's **** creeping

And not like how we're creeping

Summer is coming, know you could feel it

Twenty on pump whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it

Won't knock on your door

My uncle say you drive my whip like it's yours

I got the pedal to the floor

I'm on my motherfucking way

Swanging

Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there

I'll be there, just swanging

I'll be there, just swanging

I treat you good, girl, like you're famous

I know I'm late, it's always the same shit

But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there

Yeah, yeah

I'm on the road right now, swanging, girl, yeah