Downtown seattle on a weekend

You live kinda close, but not too close

Hit your facetime, are you decent?

It's nine o'clock, you either naked or you fully clothed

Why you in the club on a thursday?

These niggas always thirsty and it's full of those

Matchin' pyjamas season is comin' up

How we both single? girl, we gon' cut it close

'cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine

Put tequila on pause, you drinkin' white wine

But stella ain't wine, I hope you know that

You say stop makin' fun of you or I go back to them stank hoes

To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles, to them

Instagram models, who only worried 'bout her angles.

No, thank you

I know what I got, it ain't an angel

But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one

Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me

Even at my worst, I know you lovin' me

On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me

Even at my worst, I know you lovin' me

On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me.

Yeah, uh...

So fuckin' with them bitches ain't no fair trade

Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe

Could fuck with someone else, it ain't the same thing.

So, no, thank you

I know what I got, it ain't an angel

But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one

Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me (ah)

I know what I got, it ain't an angel

But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one

Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me.