let it die

[Intro] You got it One, two, three, four [Verse 1] I need someone like you You tell me the things that I do, ooh They always sound better comin' out your mouth Can you tell me what that's about? Can you tell me about it? And I know, you got better other things You got better other things, no But I'm over you and that's doom And I hope that there's a room still Like, I hope that you don't mind my Tryna' take the blame, and count my Tell me, is there room for me?