Rosé

All black dress at the masquerade banquet
Diamonds on the earlobe
Silver on the anklet
135 pounds of pressure leave them anxious
Somebody had to do it girl I know your job's thankless
Hugs with the hostess
Chats with the chauffeur
Name on the napkins
Cups on the coaster
Smoke in the airwaves
Still seeing clearly
Last man spent a pretty penny on that jewelry
Last man turned Genghis Khan with the tyranny
Probably why you out now but that's another theory
Skin like the moonlight
Legs like a model
All I want for Christmas is the genie in a bottle

What can I get for you
Well you know I'm new in town, right
I don't know my way around I don't know nobody
I'll tell you the truth, I'm lonely

Home for holidays
Hearts feeling hollow
Drinking in misery then company will follow
Out on a Tuesday
Feels like Friday
I'ma call in sick tomorrow and treat it as a spa day
Waiter said 10 please
So I slid him 15
Dipped from the bar and jetted straight over to miss thing
Nothing she can say that
Really can offend me
No it's not on me
This player shit in me
Game so tight we should host it at the Wembley
Play my new shit and charge 50 for the entry
Back to the topic
Lost like a tourist
Kill them where she stand at
Drop dead gorgeous
Giving out flowers
I can be her florist
Fruits at the picnic
Hikes in the forest
Life in the slow lane
We don't have to floor it
It's easier to rap it so I did it with no chorus
I ain't bring baggage here I left it all in storage
Cheers to a new life it bubbled when I poured it
Stars in the night sky
Prayers for the right guy
Shorty so pro-black won't even tell a white lie
Have to know I'm with you it ain't nothing like a sista
Wonder what'd happen right now if I kissed her
Home girl grabbed her by her arm like she missed her
Hall of Fame O-line she claim she want a picture
Not the best timing
What's up with your bestie
Petty little schoolgirl
Why she acting testy
Told me don't worry about her friend 'cause she messy
Then she wrote her number on my palm and said text me

So you just starting your day or did you just get off
I don't know if I ever get off -- they call, I go
So what is it you do
Well aren't you mysterious
Maybe
[girl giggles]
Sometimes all I want to do is head west on I-20 in a car I can't afford with a plan I don't have
Just me, my music, and the road
I'd like that to



Credits
Writer(s): Tevyn Jenkins
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