[Verse 1: Cyrus]
Alright
Old paper out, and new paper chasin'
Get the pat down cause I've been so patient
Was PH and my D is silent, let me just slide in your dm quiet
I just wanna say what up, I know you're still awake
In my birthday suit 'n' steady lookin' for the cake
Think I'm spendin' way too much time up in my mind
I just wanna get the f** out sometimes
See the stove top pot with the flicker
Shoot around at the gym with no trigger
Oh girl, got a fat a**, Imma hit it
Even if the new mans around, swear to God imma hit it
Give her options, with the top switch topics to involve her stop it
Two out the box but always deliver product
And know when I can add up the bad stuff
But would rather subtract my losses
See I'm better with texting from the office
But it's so hot out, we need an awning
I'm a hot mess, I need a cold plate, I need to slow down and flirt with my old ways
But that b**h put out, what she put in
Made the man do some sh** that he couldn't
So when I reminisce (when I reminisce, reminisce, reminisce)
Remember that girl, we are not alone, only 7 clicks of the dial tone
You should send pics when I'm on the road, cause I'm thinking of you (thinking of you)
If I had a problem, I would tell you 'bout that problem
If I had a problem, I would teach you how to solve it
If I had a thing in my wallet, I could add up all the time
You spent on my mind
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