When I’m talking to you, I don’t know what to say
But I can call up a stranger and talk my whole life away
Milwaukee margaritas
I didn’t know that was a thing
Carry me home or marry me now
I promise you everything
Chanel in every city
Sitting pretty, talking dirty, whoa whoa
Filthy mouth, filthy lips but my teeth pearly
Bible scriptures on your left thigh
Verses you don’t really live by
All she do is work, fuck, Uber Eats, and get high
Never will I fly you coach, babe
Never will I fly you coach maybe
Spend your summers on a boat, baby
I’m a vocal coach for your throat, babe, mmm
My ears are sensitive
Tell me that it’s mine, oh
All I hear is “Yes, it is”
All I hear is “Yes, it-, yes, it is”
My ears are sensitive
Tell me that it’s mine, oh
All I hear is “Yes, it is”
All I hear is “Yes, it-, yes, it is”
My ears are sensitive
So when I ask you, “Is it mine?”
All you ever say is, “Yes, it is”
In Rene Caovilla, walking ‘cross a tight rope
Bruises on her heart from jumping off boats
Gone for the weekend, yeah, that was the plan at first
Left on the 1st and it’s already the 31st
Young, wild and free, I can’t blame her
Young, wild and pretty in Miami, I can’t tame her
She’s a Virgo, so I can’t explain her
Just tell me “Yes, it is”
All I hear is “Yes, it is”
All I hear is “Yes, it-, yes, it is”
My ears are sensitive
Tell me that it’s mine, oh
All I hear is “Yes, it is”
All I hear is “Yes, it-, yes, it is”
My ears are sensitive
So when I ask you, “Is it mine?”
All you ever say is, “Yes, it is”
My ears are sensitive
When I ask you, “Is it mine?”
Ask you, “Is it mine?” Just say, “Yes, it is”
Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine?
Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine?
Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine?
Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine? Is it mine?
Come get it
Yes, it is
Yes, it is
Aw, yes, it is
Yes, it is