[Verse 1 - Don Cook]
Get my money right
Take my honey out for dinner in the middle of the night, right
I ride with my mind on her
But God knows if she knows I'm dying
Take some time off of work
Just to show her what I'm worth
How I want her when I'm hurt
How I want her when I'm cured of my pain too
How I wanna be her angel, chasing that light
I stay up late at night when I write my verses
Take my pride away and hide I'm already nervous
Of whether or not it's burden
To keep on working
To keep on wasting my life
Took a drive down memory lane
I'll take a ride now, hell is the same
I roll a White Owl, mellowing pain
I’m giving my child hell of a name
I might've made a mistake

[Hook]
Kinda love you
But you know I had to leave you
Kinda think this situation
Is a little too good to be true
The roses are red, the violets are dead
So let us both find paradise in my bed
The stars don’t align but our thighs do instead
Been riding round trip and the vibe’s feeling dead
The vibe’s feeling dead