[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 thought 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 your 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 sex
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 motherfuckers
We married so we don't testify against each other
Till they name a holiday after Marvin Gaye
That's all I 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