[Hook: Ponderosa Twins Plus One & Brenda Lee]

B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love

Bound to fall in love

Uh-huh, honey

[Refrain: Jorge]

All them other niggas lame, and you know it now

When a real nigga hold you down, you s'posed to drown

Bound

Bound

[Hook: Ponderosa Twins Plus One and Brenda Lee]

Bound to fall in love

B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love

Uh-huh, honey

[Verse 1: Jorge]

What you doin' in the club on a Thursday?

She say she only here for her girl birthday

They ordered champagne but still look thirsty

Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty

I know I got a bad reputation

Walking around, I'm always-mad reputation

Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation

Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation

I turn the nightclub out of the basement

I'll turn the plane around, your ass keep complainin'

How you gon' be mad on vacation?

Dutty wining all around all these Jamaicans

Uh, this that prom shit

This is the what-wе-do-don't-tell-your-mom shit

This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn shit

Got a frеsh cut, straight out the salon, bitch

[Bridge: Jorge]

I'm not feeling so good

(crying)

[Refrain: Jorge]

Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures

One good girl is worth a thousand bitches

Bound

Bound

[Hook: Ponderosa Twins Plus One and Brenda Lee]

Bound to fall in love

B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love

Uh-huh, honey

[Verse 2: Jorge]

I wanna fuck you hard on the sink

After that, get you something to drink

Step back, can't get spunk on the mink

I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Romey Romey Romey Romey Rome think?

Hey, you remember where we first met?

Okay, I don't remember where we first met

But hey, admitting is the first step

And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect

And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep

(Who the fuck wrote these fucking dumbass fucking lyrics?)

But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect

And hey, ayo, ay, we made it to Thanksgivin'

So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas

She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist

Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?

Maybe we could still make it to the church steps

But first, you gon' remember how to forget

After all these long-ass verses

I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept