Ultimatum

Fucking wild to assume I don’t want you
Fucking wild to assume I don’t want to
Hands up, I get down when I want to
Hands up, I get down when I want to

Fucking wild to assume I don’t want you
Fucking wild to assume I don’t want to
Hands up, I get down when I want to
Hands up, I get down when I want to

I know i’m not thinking straight
Ya i’ll be home but not till late
I hardly beat the sun
But baby look at how I beat my face
You know I had a drink
You know how I get down and party late
Okay, I don’t know which way
And I don’t like me missing out
Had rosè and casamigo
Wonder what i’m sipping now
All these niggas
All these bitches
All these people in the house
Kick’em out

Oh shit
Know I know better
I know it’s a matter of me being present
A letter I wrote to myself at seven
And I got a hangover
No baby just stay over
Or give me a second damn
All of the music and lights
This ain’t a good time if we fight love
Might be better if i’m slight buzzed
Doesn’t matter who was right love
June