Lyrics: Sean “Elijah Blake” Fenton
Who you lookin' sexy for?
You know daddy loved you from the start, my baby boo
Put Cartier on your wrist
Just for you to take another by the hand, nah, man
What's with all the back and forth? Don't know
Spending time you can't afford, no
On Rodeo Drive speedin' outta my life
In your dark grey Jeep, four-door
Is you sure you don't wanna think about it?
Are you home, is someone pleasin' your body?
Checked my phone two hundred times, why you ain't callin'?
It's all bad, real bad, but it's not over yet
We'd be good if we could work it out
Think we should if we could work it out
Feel understood instead of just talkin' loud
I'd make a U-turn at this light and turn this car around
Hey, ugh
Work it, ugh
You don't love me anymore, do you?
Work it out
What's February for? Ooh, ooh, oh
You left your smell sublime on these blue satin sheets of mine
Last Valentine
Even on the days I'm bored
I still think about you twenty-four, mm-hmm
You brought me into your bed
Just to push me off the edge, what for? No
Is you sure you don't wanna think about it?
Are you home, is someone pleasin' your body?
Checked my phone two hundred times, why you ain't callin'?
It's all bad, real bad, but it ain't over yet
We'd be good if we could work it out
Think we should if we could work it out
Feel understood instead of just talkin' loud
I'd make a U-turn at this light and turn this car around
Hey, ugh
Work it, ugh
Work it out
Ugh, work it
Ugh, work it out