Point A

This one's for you (But you gotta look into my eyes first) I want you to be mad you didn't think of it I want you to want to keep the plastic I want you to extract the acapella I want you to feel like you can grasp it I want that pop life, walk right, talk nice I want that first-class New York to Japan flight I use my God-given name more than the one you call me I didn't have a choice, you didn't earn the right I'm in six figures of debt to multiple parties I don't regret anything more than making "Johnny johnny" I can't wait no more, cut the room in half Girls to the front, boys to the back I split myself in two, accidentally gave it all to you So get your phones out, I like how it looks from the back So get your phones out, I like how it looks from the back I split myself in two, I didn't mean to give it all to you Said get your phones out, I like how it looks from the back Said get your phones out, I like how it looks from the back I-O-U I split myself in two, accidentally gave it all to you So get your phones out, I like how it looks from the back So get your phones out, I like how it looks from the back