[Verse 1]

I love you front to back

You know the other girls could've never done it like that

You got a body that I know like a cul-de-sac

If you ever were to leave me then my heart turned black

And I'm tellin' you, them girls ain't like you

You paint my mind to swipe them

You make me bad and violent

I wish you see through my lens

[Verse 2]

(You might've only)

Tell me honey, what the fuck are you really on?

You tellin' me you independent, independently young

I'm so dependent on you callin' me and sayin' I'm wrong

And now I'm hopin' on a prayer that you hearin' this song, if I'm wrong

I thought you tellin' me you lovin' me forever

The good and the bad weather, the t-shirts and sweaters

You leavin' me for the better, you better be not

I tie the knot with you, I got you on the sniper dot

All the caveats, and the dos and don'ts

I don't give a fuck, baby, I just want you home

Motherfucker like me, never leave like Lee

Who the beat?

Ain't nobody pinning me, I'm sleep

Keep them six feet away, six feet in the deep

I'm a jealous motherfucker, who the fuck is fightin' me?

Bitch, please, don't get it twisted, it's none of your business

You know it's my mission, for lovin' you

[Verse 3]

I love you front to back

You know the other girls could've never done it like that

You got a body that I know like a cul-de-sac

If you ever were to leave me, then my heart turned black

And I'm tellin' you that I want it automatic

Got me Kevin Abstract, I am gay for your tactics

I want it automatic, everyone else to stay static

[Verse 4]

Still lovin' you tenfold, and even on the days you ain't cold

I only ever wanted to be warm and grow old

You bitches, it's trippin'

If you think my mission is only to follow my silly ambitions

I need you, I want you, I have you, I got you

I'm breakin' my wallet, I'm buyin' you Prada

I'm tryin', I'm stayin' and I don't get out of

Or even de-da-da, I'm just kidding, fightin'

[Verse 5]

You like to shit-talk other girls like it's your favorite song

And if they ain't fuckin' with you, then you just can't get along

How I liked it, I might just be a fool for you

Oh my my, I keep fightin'

I'm a tool for you

And I must admit, I get no sleep

Woe is me, woe is me, I get violent

And I must admit, I have no peace

Woe is me, woe is me, I can't find it

I keep searchin'

[Outro]

(My dear Arthur, you never showed up)

(And now, after lookin' at the newspapers, I understand why)

(I don't imagine you'll receive this letter)

(But I, nonetheless, must send it)

(Arthur)

(Oh, Arthur)