Tied Up

I told this woman I was gonna write a song about her

Hold up

All my shit in the back of an old truck

Heard a bit about the city had to roll up

Now I'm flipping from the couch to the sofa

Gourmet to cold cut

Oh God

I'm stressing yeah I could really use a BLOW job

It's New York in the summer and its so hot

Of course I walk into the spot and I saw ya

Hey

Pretty little thing on the east side

Fuck you got me hopping on the L on a Wednesday night

Walk 10 blocks to be by your side

It ain't like me to be so tied up tied up

Not a dollar to my name but I'mma own it

No way

I've been spending every minute back at your place

80 bucks in the bank on a good day

Said I wouldn't but it feels like a Friday

So white red or rosé

Bay baaaay

I been feeding all my quarters to the laundry

I quick ditch all my clothes when she calls me

Got no need when its all me and her under clean sheets

Pretty little thing on the east side

Fuck you got me hopping on the L on a Wednesday night

Walk 10 blocks to be by your side

It ain't like me to be so tied up tied up

Not a dollar to my name but I'mma own it