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Bakar

Drink myself right under the bar, but, girl, what's new?

I'm tryna make it out the firehouse by the 9 o'clock news

And I'm a little, little late for sure

Hold your breath for my knock on your door

Tryna make it back home to mine, for my lovely lady

It's so old, sick and tired of tryin', I should've told the truth

I know you're so sick and tired of mine, I know you hate to lose

 

That's why I'm so, so sorry, my lady

Spin your gears and your wheels like Mercedes

Tryna keep my end of the bar', my end of the bargain

 

I'm still searchin', still searchin' for now

I'm still workin', I'm still workin' it out

And girl, you wanna live a private life

But you ain't dealin' with the sacrifice

You're still workin', you're still workin' it out

 

I see myself as a bit of a star, but girl, that's you

I'm tryna learn to turn the lights down before they start to clone you

And I'm a little, little sad for sure

Send a text, I'll be gone in the morn'

I can't believe that I'm sayin' goodbye to my lovely lady

You're so bold, singin' we'll be fine like we signed a truce

But when people they want me gone, and stick around for fools

 

That's why I'm so, so sorry, my lady

Spin your gears and your wheels like Mercedes

Tryna keep my end of the bar', my end of the bargain

 

I'm still searchin', still searchin' for now

I'm still workin', I'm still workin' it out

And girl, you wanna live a private life

But you ain't dealin' with the sacrifice

You're still workin', you're still workin' it out

 

Oh-na-na-na

Hey

Throw this down for my lady, my lady, yeah

Recorded live in London

For my lady, my lady, my lady, my lady, my lady

My lady run away, my baby comes again, yeah

Oh, man