If you knew how long it'd been since I let somebody in
Then you know why I can't look you in the eyes for too long (can't do it, baby)
If you knew how long it'd been since I felt her on my skin
And why I keep lookin' at the shape in the pants you got on

Is it really cheatin' if she ain't lovin' me right?
If she's not touchin' me right?
Leaves me lonely every night?
You give me attention that she can't seem to provide
Put in work to make me smile
Say "Good mornin'" and "Goodnight"

And I like the way you treat your mama
'Cause it shows you how somebody will come and treat their woman
I like (I like) the way your phone is open
(Fuck a passcode, man, she cut off mad hoes)
And I like you
More than I should, more than I should
And I like you
More than I should, more than I should

Swear I'm not the type to lie (not the type)
But I feel hella justified (hella justified)
If I climbed on top and we fucked tonight
Away like two rounds
And my boyfriend isn't loyal (my girlfriend isn't loyal)
His morals in the toilet, that boy is on a void
That boy is on a trip (trip)
You say it might be time for me to dip

Is it really cheatin' if she ain't lovin' me right?
If she's not touchin' me right?
Leaves me lonely every night?
But you give me attention that he can't seem to provide
Puttin' in work to make me smile
Say "Good mornin'" and "Goodnight"

And I like (and I like) the way you treat your mama
'Cause it shows you how somebody will come and treat their woman
I like (and I like) the way your phone is open
(Fuck a passcode, man, she cut off mad hoes)
And I like you (and I like)
More than I should, more than I should
And I like you
More than I should, more than I should

And I like you
And I like you
More than I should, more than I should
At this point, I'm too tired of holdin' back
At this point, my fantasies got the best of me (and I need it)
At this point, I'm too tired of holdin' back
At this point, my fantasy's got the best of me (and I need it)
The unknown, we're both grown
Enough to touch, enough to see what's up
Need to get your ass alone, when nobody's home
Just let me touch, let me see what's up

With that na-na-na (yeah)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, let me see what's up
With that na-na-na (mmm)
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Daniel James Traynor, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Jessica Reyez, Kehlani Ashley Parrish