Ant - My Best Half lyrics

[Intro] The first time I met my wife was on a Wednesday night Making party in a German bar Murs was there, the rap-off at the Gasthof Check it out, true story [Verse 1] I got something on my mind, can I leave it with you? I'm still feeling you and all the things that you do Remember Wednesday nights in that basement bar You never that that hip hop would take it this far (sorry) Hellbound we must have drowned in a bottle of some rusty brown Running town to town like shut 'em down Shut 'em, shut 'em, what? When the buzz wore off you still stuck around And when I think of all the lines we stepped And the tolerance required to forgive and forget When I reflect on the boundaries and limits we set I recognize neither one of us is innocent Look I'm just a song writer, I'm not a wrong righter But I'm alive and I'm proof Survival ain't exclusive to the strong We all tryna keep it calm So this goes to anyone who sings along [Interlude] Come on, I never said I'm the best I can't watch my step when I'm watching you step But baby I'mma do my best You got me under your spell like I was under arrest And I ain't never said I'm the best No special effects, I wanna touch you flesh But baby I'mma do my best Love connection, nuff respect I never said I'm the best You can check for better, but don't hold your breath But baby I'mma do my best We were both impressed, it felt so correct And I ain't never said I'm the best Sometimes I forget but I know I'm blessed But baby I'mma do my.... From the first time that we met, you're my best She made me wait a couple months for some s** Murs wasn't there Echo, echo, echo, echo Delay, delay, delay, delay [Verse 2] She made love to a switchblade Then stayed over night for a whole decade That safety net doesn't mean that your nest is safe Well played, but still called a checkmate He made love to a rosebush Drew a crowd, all of y'all can look but don't push It's a thin line between crime and justice First you gotta find us, then you can judge us Outlaws, we far from flawless We guilty of whatever the accomplice accomplished And if the cops drop all of the charges We'll be out all the mall with identical outfits Like a couple of fly motherf**ers We married so we don't testify against each other 'Til they name a holiday after Marvin Gaye That's all I've got to say, you can stop the tape [Outro] We know what it's about Or maybe we're still tryna figure it out Or maybe it doesn't matter, we couldn't care a lesser amount We know what it's about Or maybe we're still tryna figure it out Or maybe it doesn't matter, we couldn't care a lesser amount