Why'd you think I make the excuses

To make words land like bruises?

I'm so over the headaches

Making love songs and sex tapes

Let's just cut the illusion

'Cause in this game we're both losing

And I know you don't want this

I know you're no good, I know you're no good for me

But I can't help my heart beating out this chest

When I see you there

Uh-huh, look

I'm a high fashion dude

Virgil Abloh and Paris dude

Lights, cameras, and actions do that

But you love to get nasty, true that

Red bottom step in your Louis Vuitton

Never wear the Prada, you been doing this wrong

I could never cheat, I seen you in a thong

Wanna have a threesome with you and your mom

I'm sorry, excuse me, miss

Let her get down, but excuse the shit

Chris Brown smooth 'cause I'm cool with it

Rue with it like Cupid

Wanna read all your thoughts, translucent

Said I broke your heart, now prove it

Yes, you play the game, now lose it

Left me in the dark, I'm clueless

Now I turn the blocks like Rubik's

Why'd you think I make the excuses

To make words land like bruises?

I'm so over the headaches

Making love songs and sex tapes

Let's just cut the illusion

'Cause in this game we're both losing

And I know you don't want this

I know you're no good, I know you're no good for me

But I can't help my heart beating out this chest

When I see you there

Uh

I'm a high fashion dude

Tokyo what I'm passing through

Look how I got you in the lights, cameras, action

Then I'm back in two

Took your time, pack your bag and shoes

Need a pass issue for the baggage crew

Said it's only right that I hit you with a light

Then I took you for a flight, bring your passport too

First class when we do

I just want this time with you, I'm translucent

I just wanna turn the blocks just like Rubik's

Heard you went left, I'm getting right to it

Little attitude, the bow cross the Cupid

But you, you just wanna know about me

Wanna ride a wave like we on the seven seas

See you in the club, now I see the time freeze

'Cause you is all that I need, girl

Why'd you think I make the excuses

To make words land like bruises?

I'm so over the headaches

Making love songs and sex tapes

Let's just cut the illusion

'Cause in this game we're both losing

And I know you don't want this

I know you're no good, I know you're no good for me

But I can't help my heart beating out this chest

When I see you there