HATHAWAY - Luke Christopher

Everything is plastic

Sitting here, thinking to myself

It’s so overdramatic

Rudy wasn’t meant to stay

I take conversation any day over cabernet

They go half as crazy with you

Even with the perfect complexion

All I’m looking for is affection

Don’t exaggerate, I just had to say, oh

Shimmy-shimmy nah-nah

Little lightskinned girl, she a mocha chocolate

God, don’t try so hard

Hurry up, come over, it’s tragic

I pull up so fast, could’ve crashed it

Give me brain, tell me lies, we can have it

I take what I can from the damage

Oh so, shawty, you should know by now

If you toke up shawty, ain’t it all fucked up?

You be like, «Gucci-Gucci, nah-nah, I’m good»

Everything is plastic

Sitting here, thinking to myself

It’s so overdramatic

Rudy wasn’t meant to stay

I take conversation any day over cabernet

They go half as crazy with you

Even with the perfect replacement

All I’m looking for is affection

Don’t exaggerate, I just had to say, oh