COUTURE

Clean

Padded down, Ferragamo on them jeans

Take me home, where no one can intervene

Buttons down, why you pulling at the seams?

Seams, yeah

Oh

Pull me back when I'm halfway out the door

One of one, fitted to you like couture

Show me off, baby, show me that I'm yours

Yours, yeah

My man said he like the way my scent stick on him

He say he stay strapped but only me disarm him

Like the car we fuckin' in, these feelings foreign

Party on your tongue, I know that shit taste good

We should talk about it, back then, I know I never would

We should smoke about it, these days, we all misunderstood

If you say you miss me, come and meet me on tour

If you say you miss me, only means you want more

Clean

Padded down, Ferragamo on them jeans

Take me home, where no one can intervene

Buttons down, why you pulling at the seams?

Seams, yeah

Oh

Pull me back when I'm halfway out the door

One of one, fitted to you like couture

Show me off, baby, show me that I'm yours

Yours, yeah

No one can fit in them pants like I do, I do

I ain't been feeling them things since high school, high school

He stay way out West, still he come and slide

Reminiscing on the 405

No second guesses, get it off your chest

If I'm sleeping on you, that's where my head rest

Exes check up on you, guess who's playing chess?

You never board when it's both of us undressed

Clean

Padded down, Ferragamo on them jeans

Take me home, where no one can intervene

Buttons down, why you pulling at the seams?

Seams, yeah

Oh

Pull me back when I'm halfway out the door

One of one, fitted to you like couture

Show me off, baby, show me that I'm yours

Yours, yeah