Your hair’s under my pillow so I sleep (So I sleep)And I’m dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (Nastylgia, At my feet)I’m obsessed with you in a way I can’t believeWhen you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)[Chorus: Central Cee & PinkPantheress]I hope a trap boy’s your type (Why?)‘Cause I don’t have a 9-to-5 (Alright)I get that your standards highBut I’m not a random guy, I’m different (Literally)When I write my rhymes, you say you don’t like that lineI’ll switch it (Calm)You said you don’t like my life, you said you don’t like my guysYou’re trippin’ (When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me?)[Bridge: PinkPantheress & Central Cee]I followed you, I followed you today, I was in my car (Alright)I wanted to come see you from afar (I did)If you turned around and saw me I would dieWhen you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me?[Verse: Central Cee]Bad one and she photogenic (Alright)Instagram got a lot of impressions (Uh-huh)She think I’m a G and I don’t need loveBut I need some f**k affection (Literally)If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?Man I got 21 questions (Lines busy)In the trap with the cats, domesticsShe doin’ lashes, somethin’ cosmeticThey shot their shot, she read itThey slid in DM with somethin’ generic (Huh)
She don’t even like goin’ out, got a new outfit, but nowhere to wear it (Alright)She think that I’m being disloyal, and I’m in the streets with couple of killys (You ain’t gotta)You ain’t gotta worry ’bout none of these hoesI’m grown, I’m done with these bi**hes (Done with these bi**hes, done with these bi**hes)[Pre-Chorus: PinkPantheress]Your hair’s under my pillow so I sleep (So I sleep)And I’m dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet (At my feet)I’m obsessed with you in a way I can’t believeWhen you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me? (Me, me, me, me)[Chorus: Central Cee & PinkPatheress]I hope a trap boy’s your type (Why?)‘Cause I don’t have a 9-to-5 (Alright)I get that your standards highBut I’m not a random guy, I’m different (Literally)When I write my rhymes, you say you don’t like that lineI’ll switch it (Calm)You said you don’t like my life, you said you don’t like my guysYou’re trippin’[Outro: Central Cee & PinkPantheress](Wipe them just for me? Me, me, me, me)I hope a trap boy’s your typeDo you wipe them just for me? Me, me, me, meI get that your standards highBut I’m not a random guy, I’m differentI’m pleading on my knees (Knees, knees, knees, knees)When I write my rhymes, you say you don’t like that lineI’ll switch it (Calm)It’s your touch that I need (Need, need, need, need)When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for-