No Thank You

Downtown Seattle on a weekend You live kinda close, but not too close Hit your FaceTime, are you decent? It's nine o'clock, you're either naked or you're fully clothed Why you in the club on a Thursday? These - always thirsty and it's full of those Matchin' pyjamas season is comin' up How we both single? Girl, we gon' cut it close 'Cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine Put tequila on pause, you're drinkin' white wine But Stella ain't wine, I hope you know that You say stop makin' fun of you, or I go back to them stank hoes To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles, to them Instagram models, who only worried 'bout her angles No, thank you I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your - for no one Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me Yeah, uh So - with them - ain't no fair trade Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe Could - with someone else, it ain't the same thing So, no, thank you I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your - for no one Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me (ah) I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your - for no one Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me