Miss You Still

[Verse 1: Allday]

Well, you're pretty as pic, that's all I know

Your friends said don't, but it's not a vote

Said I'm here now, tomorrow, I don't know

Grabbed you to dance, lost in the strobes

Went to my hotel, both in the robes

Like I'm Julian's friend, I'm in with the strokes

Lust to a crush, now it's just dust

And we don't even talk that much

'Cause you got in my head too easy

Like a satellite beam to the TV

I got a history of doing projection

You got a history of loving attention

Did I mention?

It hurt a lil' bit, but I'll live with the sting

Don't come with a limp or your limb in a sling

Just focus on work, business thing

No love, but I'll let visitors in

Everyone told me the house was on fire

But I had to get burned before I got wise

But if you came round to the crib tonight

Even Superman got his kryptonite

[Chorus: Cub Sport, Allday]

And I want a TV embrace

I said it was no big deal

But it ain't true 'cause I miss you still

And I, I'm getting off your boiling plate

Lately, I feel so ill

Maybe it’s true that I miss you, miss you

They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream and then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong

[Verse 2: Allday]

When you told me you were in uni

But you only go Friday and Tuesday

Took you out for a dinner and a movie

You gotta pay half, cough it up like a loogie

Mall sushi, it could have been Nobu

Just because I was getting to know you

Even told you 'bout things that I go through

But you told everybody, that's so rude

Now back you're to the boys in the boat shoes

Boat shoes, these TNs

Your first car was a brand-new BM

Now I only ever come 'round in the PM

After I nut, it's just like Ambien

Everyone told me it wasn't a match

But it’s all burning down, so what about that?

Everyone told me it wasn't a fit

But you're so damn fit, I wasn't worried 'bout shit

[Chorus: Cub Sport, Allday]

And I want a TV embrace

I said it was no big deal

But it ain't true 'cause I miss you still

And I, I'm getting off your boiling plate

Lately, I feel so ill

Maybe it’s true that I miss you, miss you

They swore you’d steal my steam to feed your dream and then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong