Sitting in a private jet
Sitting in a private jet
I'm so close to nirvana
Greeting invited guests
Busy with Victoriana
Every time, girl, I fly back home past midnight
I'm not your type of man
Honestly, I can't stand ya
Sitting in a private jet
I'm so close to nirvana
Greeting invited guests
Busy with Victoriana
Every time, girl, I fly back home past midnight
I'm not your type of man
Honestly, I can't stand ya
Baby, you hang on
You've been tryna splash all your solid black paint on my canvas
That's what your plan was
I'm not the man to supply your demand, nah
I'm not about that kind
Girl, put your brands on
Forget about a man's life
I done grand lies
What's going on in my mind?
Diamonds, billions, gold mines
I know about what you thinking
Thinking of asking for my time
What's going on in my mind?
Business, billboards, snow lines
I know about what you thinking
Thinking of wasting my life
Talk to me, baby, let's take it easy
We've been tryna solve everything girl right from the jump, but
Ends up sleazy
I'll be leaving
Catching flights in the evening
And I see you ain't here
I'll be reading
What you wrote with a lipstick, on a broken mirror
Ah
Baby you leaving me
Goodbye
Haha
Yeah ooh
Baby don't leave me
Baby oh
Hahahaha
Victoriana
