Greg Kurstin - L8 CMMR lyrics

[Verse 1] Good lover, good lover Feels good like a long hot summer Latecomer, he's a latecomer My man is a bad motherf**er He can bring it, bring it all day long All other men, them been wrong Nobody will get to see Cause he's gonna spend his life with me [Pre-Chorus] You can't have him No way, he's taken ladies; I've got me his babies Look at my ring He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings [Chorus] And when I see his face I feel like I could win the race And when he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the long game What would I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and match (Latecomer, he's a latecomer) [Verse 2] My lover, my lover Shoots and scores like he's Maradona Undercover, under the covers My man is a bad motherf**er Anybody, anyone could see I'd have caught him eventually Me and him have a thing that's rare Other girls can look elsewhere [Pre-Chorus] You can't have him No way, he's taken ladies; I've got me his babies Look at my ring He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings [Chorus] And when I see his face I feel like I could win the race And when he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the long game What would I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and match [Bridge] You can look, girl, but you can't touch Don't know why I love him so much Can't put this thing into words My love for him's absurd You can look, girl, but you can't touch Don't know why I love him so much Can't put this thing into words My love for him's absurd [Chorus] And when I see his face I feel like I could win the race And when he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the long game What would I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and match And when I see his face I feel like I could win the race And when he calls, when he calls my name I know we're in the long game What would I leave him for? I couldn't ask for any more I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back He won me, game, set, and match (Latecomer, he's a latecomer)