Hit the corner, burnin' rubber Like a stunt driver Burning marijuana, bitch, I'm a bit liver Gotta keep a bitch in check, microphone check Killed your boy's career, still no arrest yet Snow white yacht in my red Yeezys Ed Sheeran got the city streets tweakin' On a back block you may catch the boss M-cig, let it vape so we liftin' off With a weapon, go to steppin' like I'm Kevin Spacey No prom date, women they would love to hate me It's such a pretty thing, life is such a bitch Went to sleep as friends, waking up to this See it my way or see me at the top Built an empire, bitch, off a nickel rock Microphone check, microphone check We came to party, smoke until there's nothing left
I met this girl late last year She said "don't you worry if I disappear" I told her "I'm not really looking for another mistake" I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait But then I jumped right in a week later, returned I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn But I gave her my time for two or three nights Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again She told me "I was never looking for a friend Maybe you could swing by my room around ten Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin We'll be in between the sheets till the late AM" Baby, if you wanted me then should have just said She's singing
Don't fuck with my love That heart is so cold All over my arm I don't wanna know that babe
Don't fuck with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe
And for a couple weeks I only wanna see her We drink away the days with a takeaway pizza Before a text message was the only way to reach her Now she's staying at my place and loves the way I treat her
Singing out Aretha All over the track like a feature And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either But me and her, we make money the same way Four cities, two planes, the same day And those shows have never been what it's about But maybe we'll go together and just figure it out I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on a couch But we should get on a plane or we'll be missing it now
Wish I'd have written it down The way that things played out When she was kissing him How I was confused about Now she should figure it out, while I'm sat here singing
Don't fuck with my love That heart is so cold All over my arm I don't wanna know that babe
Don't fuck with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe
(Knock knock knock) on my hotel door I don't even know if she knows what for She was crying on my shoulder, I already told ya Trust and respect is what we do this for
I never intended to be next But you didn't need to take him to bed, that's all And I never saw him as a threat Until you disappeared with him to have sex, of course It's not like we were both on tour We were staying on the same fucking hotel floor
And I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment But it was never just fun, and I thought you were different This is not the way you realised what you wanted It's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest And all this time, God knows I'm singing
Don't fuck with my love That heart is so cold All over my arm I don't wanna know that babe
Don't fuck with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe
Don't fuck with my love That heart is so cold All over my arm I don't wanna know that babe
Don't fuck with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe
Compositores: Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Raphael Saadiq, Conesha Owens (Monet), Benjamin Joseph Levin, Edward Christopher Sheeran (Ed Sheeran), Dawn Eliza Robinson (Dawn Robinson) ECAD: Obra #23616232 Fonograma #6164240