Why am I riding in a coupe
And still thinking of ya
I know you won’t be fucking rude
If I hit you up tonight

But don’t make me take that route
Cause you’re my weakness in disguise
So I’m still riding in a coupe
And thinking of ya

Thinking of ya
Thinking of ya
Thinking of ya
Thinking of ya

There must be some sorcery, you got me in a loop
I’d rather spill my honesty about you in a loop
Art is what you major in, i major in that too
Body is a masterpiece, it’s image should be out in Louvre

You weren’t really fond of me, and I respect the policy
Cause bitches saw the star in me, and they fucked with astrology
But fuck it, they’re geeking, no soul but so freaky
It’s you that I’ve been missing, come over, I hate the distance

Why am I riding in a coupe
And still thinking of ya
I know you won’t be fucking rude
If I hit you up tonight

But don’t make me take that route
Cause you’re my weakness in disguise
So I’m still riding in a coupe
And thinking of ya

Thinking of ya
Thinking of ya
Thinking of ya
Thinking of ya

And still thinking of ya
I know you won’t be fucking rude
If I hit you up tonight
But don’t make me take that route

Cause you’re my weakness in disguise
So I’m still riding in a coupe
And thinking of ya