Throwin' off our clothes out the window Kissin with the sunset in our rear view Dive into your eyes, we're in synchro I'd make love to you like you want me to Girl,I promise I won't let you down Trust me, you can count on it I won't ever let you down, no And if you ever feeling doubt You can call me My chick's aesthetic, she got style that majestic She was born for the lavish life, accustomed like genetic Love it when she wear the dress of Italian brand And expensive cig on her lips, she's 10/10 Rihanna when she shopping Channel is her neck ring Goyard by the trunk when I bring her for thanksgiving Rolling in the deep like a spectrum of colours I'm the beastman, you're the Belle, Spring Summer Winter Autumn She's in high demand, I don't feel like pretending Other bitches ain't fit me right, only you can maintain me Girl, be my bitch I'll bring you back to my crib I'll put the ring on your hand Then we can find Neverland Shit! Hahah, it's like T said, you know? I used the word shit cause it just- Cause it just sounded cool