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?