Multiverse, Pt. 2

I got a bottle of O.J and Tito's at my crib
Maybe you come and we hash out the things that we said
I think there's not a better time
We've been quarantined for some time
And it's got me thinking if the world's gonna end
'Cause lately I'm dreaming about you and we're more than friends
They range from us dancing real close
To you catching me with them hoes

I'd warn you empty White Claws and crusty socks, riddle the floor
But seeing you reminds me of when things were more simple

Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad I fumbled
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
Sometimes I don't want sex, I just wanna cuddle
That's just the way the cookie crumbles

I got some weed in a bowl to blaze, there's O.G. at my crib
Maybe you come around and map out the things that we planned
I'm thinking there's no better time
For three weeks I've been staying inside
It feels like it's doomsday and the world's gonna end
I'm sleeping in lately and dreaming of girls that used to date me
I'm sorry I've got no control
Subconscious thoughts, I hate them all

And I bought you Chanel matching jewelry that you threw on the floor
"Casa, amigo, shots, tequila" nights, they were so simple

Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad I fumbled
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
Sometimes I think about the past and I stumble
That's just the way the cookie crumbles

I don't mind if you don't write back
I'll give it five, then it's on to the next
I want you here, but I won't try too hard
I might not commit to stay six feet apart
I don't care if you bring your wine
I won't drink, but I swear I don't mind
You'll get all tipsy and try to be tough
I'll act indifferent, but can't get enough

Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad I fumbled (fumbled)
That's just the way the cookie crumbles (crumbles)
Sometimes I don't want sex, I just want your number
So I can message you but never respond