Been about three days and I'm comin' back
I'm about four minutes from a heart attack
And I think you make me a maniac
But you don't know, oh
Two years and we in between
But we both been here since we seventeen
Here we go, fist fight in a limousine
But they don't know
And we both hope there's something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking damn, if these walls could talk
(Oh, oh, oh) but they'd be like
(Oh, oh, oh) shit is crazy, right?
(Oh, oh, oh) that ain't your baby no more
Been about two weeks since you went away
I'm about halfway through a Cabernet
There I go, I'm wastin' a saturday, sittin' at home
Told my new roommate not to let you in
But you're so damn good with a bobby pin
Now you gon' play me like a violin, hittin' these notes
And we both hope there's something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking damn, if these walls could talk
(Oh, oh, oh) but they'd be like
(Oh, oh, oh) shit is crazy, right?
(Oh, oh, oh) that ain't your baby no more
(Oh, oh, oh) hey
(Oh, oh, oh) no more
(Oh, oh, oh) that ain't your baby no more
