Only thing we ever needed was a step back But we didn't take it And now it's broken Two different soils, a sea in interception Surprise me anytime I'm keeping you a key at the reception Come find me at the Mövenpick Some girls already came but connection wasn't authentic I could stop talking, I don't owe them shit Couldn't help but be turnt when I think of how you rode that Stuck in that bedroom Already regretting my old status, wishing that a nigga wasn't canceled Too deep-rooted for somebody to replace you A billion feelings If I have to write it, I would get a pencil I would finish it Yeah I'm missing your smile, your lips and your hands too And that butt poking at me And the deep talks showing that your brain's full Bad bitch from White City And some niggas from my zone Was just waiting for my name to disappear in your followings Only to attack you You're clearly heartbroken, and I am too (We can resolve it) You just have to come find me at the Mövenpick Some girls already came but connection wasn't authentic I could stop talking, I don't owe them shit Couldn't help but be turnt when I think of how you rode that dick You're the one for me (You're the one for me) But I am too bad Too bad Too bad Too bad (Too bad Too bad Too bad Too bad) Too bad Too bad Too bad For you