Searching

Drink myself right under the bar, but, girl, what's new? I'm tryna make it out the firehouse by nine o'clock, noon 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 barg-, 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 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 barg-, 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