slowly

She wanna hang with my new friends
I ain't got none
'Cause the last time that I checked I only had
One more
Second in the day to make it how it was before
Got her face on my sweater
Or maybe her smell, whatever doesn't matter
Can we get on the same page?
And get back to those days?
Still a boy and I'm young, ain't I?
Got a house and a bed nobody payin' for my
Nice things, hand full of rings
Good life's good if good things are what you think
I need some fruit, not the real kind
Something short and sweet for a good time
Moved out, moved up, I'm my own guy
I'm still a boy and I'm young, ain't I?
She wanna hang with my new friends
I ain't got none
'Cause the last time that I checked I only had
One more
Second in the day to make it how it was before
Got her face on my sweater
Or maybe her smell, whatever doesn't matter
Can we get on the same page?
And get back to those days?
She wanna hang with my new friends, I ain't got none
(I ain't got none)
Whatever doesn't matter
I tend to think that something sweet would do me nice these days
Like the honey rollin' off her tongue
I like that name and that's because
It's on a 45 sitting in a crate on my dresser
Hangin' with my friends would be better, singin "Honey" together
But I can't forget it, the honey I stepped in
Is too sweet to leave behind, so I'm stayin'
She wanna hang with my new friends
I ain't got none
'Cause the last time that I checked I only had
One more
Second in the day to make it how it was before
Got her face on my sweater
Or maybe her smell, whatever doesn't matter
Can we get on the same page?
And get back to those days?