Gotta stay down low, run for cover
'Cause I don't want another (AV with that drip, ho)
And it don't get much better than you-you-you-you-you-you-you
Stay down low, run for cover
'Cause I don't want another
And it don't get much better than you-you-you-you-you-you-you
Okay, I'm lost in my thoughts and I don't know what to do
So I sit in my room and I think about you
And I want you to know that I fuckin' hate you
You're the reason why I can't trust my new girlfriend
So I sip on this bottle 'cause I know it ease the pain
Go back when I would hold you, we would kiss all in the rain
And it's so unfair
I thought my cinnamon apple was always gon' be there
I was wrong
Hope you know I always care for you
No matter the time of day, girl, I'm always there for you
And you know that's true
Ask me what's on my mind, you know that's you
(Ask me what's on my mind, you know that's you)
Ask me what's on my mind, you know that's you
(Haha, yeah, ask me what's on my mind, you know that's you)
It don't get much better than you (I know, I know)
Bitches on my line but girl you know I want you (That's true)
I just made about like 50K this month
I bought some Louis Vuitton, I put it right on you (Ayy)
And I been riding through the neighborhood, ride with you
It's hard to feel you, but at least I got my hunnids blue
You won't text me back (Bitch), girl, how you move like that? (How?)
If you got me, promise it's gon' be a loss on you (Yeah, yeah, what?)
I hope I see you in another world, baby
You out of pocket lately, you don't amaze me (Amaze me)
I'm way more busy than you (Yeah), and I still make time (How?)
It's you and me, girl, you ain't even wanted to be mine
Okay, I'm lost in my thoughts and I don't know what to do
So I sit in my room and I think about you
And I want you to know that I fuckin' hate you
You're the reason why I can't trust my new girlfriend
So I sip on this bottle 'cause I know it ease the pain
Go back when I would hold you, we would kiss all in the rain
And it's so unfair
I thought my cinnamon apple was always gon' be there
I was wrong (I was)
I fucking love my baby
My fucking cinnamon apple