Your man on the road, he doin' promo You said, "Keep our business on the low-low" I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone 'Cause you look even better than the photos I can't find your house, send me the info Drivin' through the gated residential Found out I was comin', sent your friends home Keep on tryna hide it, but your friends know I only call you when it's (half-past five) The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up You say one, two, three (I only call you when it's half-past five) The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up (that's the real me), when I'm fucked up So I said Hills have eyes, these hills have eyes Only you (to judge?) (Only you to judge?) I said, hide your lies, girl, hide your lies One time (Only you to trust) Los Angeles (I only call you when it's half-past five) (The only time that I'll be by your side) I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up (that's the real me), when I'm fucked up I said, one, two, three I only call you when it's half-past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up (that's the real me), when I'm fucked up