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