| Lipstick running all day |
| You been running from your sad face |
| You got many, but they all fake |
| That Gucci like a bandaid, I prefer champagne |
| The cocaine on the weekend |
| You been staying mad late |
| Look at me, then look away |
| Too cool for me anyway |
| Honey, I’m a sweet boy (Sweet boy) |
| And you claim you love yourself |
| Well, how could I fall in love with someone never been wrong? Yeah |
| Well, oh |
| Well, how could I fall in love with someone never been wrong? Yeah |
| Brick-coloured sweater, caffeine in a green cup |
| Scuffs on pink Chucks, rolling my jeans up |
| Weather pretty like wheels spinning on a bike |
| See me riding by solo with a smile |
| Been solo for a while |
| Kitty, my alarm, tea in the pot |
| Shower flowing, body looking strong |
| Drip in my mama’s arm |
| No stitch from the run, ayy |
| Callous palms, Shea balm |
| See that blonde? She a bomb, ayy |
| There’s sun up in the hills, aight |
| This is what dreaming feel like |
| Light like bubblegum, ayy |
| Chill like Cheeto dust, ayy |
| When I’m on the couch getting foetal in my Uggs, ayy |
| How could we fall in love |
| When you outshine the stars? (Yeah, yeah) |
| Well, how could I fall in love with someone never been wrong? Yeah |
| Well, oh |
| Well, how could I fall in love with someone never been wrong? Yeah |