I dream of a sun up above (Up above, up above)
Ripening rays really love (Really love, really love)
Soothing the mess in my heart (La-la-la-la-la-la)
Oh, I, I still get cold in the night
Desperate, alone, hear me cry
Singing this strange lullaby
The days get short (Get short)
And the nights grow long (Grow long)
You stop to count the ways
You've got it all wrong (Got it all wrong)
What will make you smile
At the finish line
Is all that will remain
We couldn't meet, she couldn't sleep (Nah)
Never made a promise that I couldn't keep (Nah)
Told her I'll address it and we wouldn't speak (Speak)
And when she's undressing, said I wouldn't peep
Money on the dresser, gonna hit the streets (Yes)
Told her grab a dress and then she got the deets (The dress)
Told her when she copped 'em, "Hope you got receipts"
****, call me doctor 'cause I got the beats
Phone ringing (Ringing), I watch it beep (Beep)
Watch my Instagram and wanna watch me tweet (Yeah)
I'm watching Vince McMahon, she said she wants the key (Key)
I told her "Please, sit down", she said she wants to see
Always on some bossy, baby, what's your beef? (Yeah)
You're always with your posse, baby, what's achieved?
Then I sip Courvoisi, then I got the sheets (Ah)
That zoobie got me coughing and she wants to beat (Yeah)
I can't lie, we've got different hopes (Different hopes)
Can't lie, we've got different strokes (Different strokes)
From outside of my BMX (Yes)
You're outside on your skipping ropes (Skipping ropes)
I won't laugh, we've got different jokes
She—, till she sick of smoke (Yeah)
She always with that sick approach (Sick approach)
That's alright 'cause I'm with it though (I'm with it)
The days get short (Get short)
And the nights grow long (Grow long)
You stop to count the ways
You've got it all wrong (Got it all wrong)
What will make you smile
At the finish line
Is all that will remain
I'm winning

Writer(s): Espa, Giggs.