No Thank You
Downtown Seattle on a weekend
You live kinda close, but not too close
Hit your FaceTime, are you decent?
It's nine o'clock, you're either naked or you're fully clothed
Why you in the club on a Thursday?
These - always thirsty and it's full of those
Matchin' pyjamas season is comin' up
How we both single? Girl, we gon' cut it close
'Cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine
Put tequila on pause, you're drinkin' white wine
But Stella ain't wine, I hope you know that
You say stop makin' fun of you, or I go back to them stank hoes
To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles, to them
Instagram models, who only worried 'bout her angles
No, thank you
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your - for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me
Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me
On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me
Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me
On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me
Yeah, uh
So - with them - ain't no fair trade
Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe
Could - with someone else, it ain't the same thing
So, no, thank you
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your - for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me (ah)
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your - for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me
You live kinda close, but not too close
Hit your FaceTime, are you decent?
It's nine o'clock, you're either naked or you're fully clothed
Why you in the club on a Thursday?
These - always thirsty and it's full of those
Matchin' pyjamas season is comin' up
How we both single? Girl, we gon' cut it close
'Cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine
Put tequila on pause, you're drinkin' white wine
But Stella ain't wine, I hope you know that
You say stop makin' fun of you, or I go back to them stank hoes
To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles, to them
Instagram models, who only worried 'bout her angles
No, thank you
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your - for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me
Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me
On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me
Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me
On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me
Yeah, uh
So - with them - ain't no fair trade
Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe
Could - with someone else, it ain't the same thing
So, no, thank you
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your - for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me (ah)
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your - for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me
Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Tiller, William Mosgrove, Ernest Eugene Brown Iii, Andre Daleon Powell, Wyatt Elias Woodley, Troy Correa Boyd Ii
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