Transcript (en)

Perfect, perfect, good to good to be true But I get tired of running, fuck it Now I'm running with you, with you So boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday To make a lot of love on a Monday Never need no one else, babe Cause I'll be switching up positions for you Picking in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom I don't need a lift, they say I'm driving through hoes All my love, it's been a nothing I wouldn't do That I won't do, searching for you Picking in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom All my love, it's been a nothing I wouldn't do That I won't do, searching for you