Burnt paper towels
Sun in the clouds
A bright pink house
A liar dancing around
Living room with no couch
Beds for the mouses
And a bottle of Dom
I'm not a liar, girl, I'm just a idiot
Your mom don't like tire marks
So I'm fixing it
I might retire without my certificate
Always got ice in my eyes when in Michigan
She seeing stars when she eating, no Michelin
One day I'm gonna have to face our differences
'Cause you're a superstar riding a horse
I can open all of these doors for you
Even though, once you're all mine

Yeah, I'm on my way now, but everything good?

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Jaden Syre Smith