[Verse 1] You fill a club? Hell nah, you just fill that sh** with noise You call to check up on her while she chilling with that boy A Met her in Waltham, she talking Oy-vey Not 21 I'm in the club so out your boy's way Girl text me hearts, like I need the love World's on my shoulders. Come and see me shrug You made the right choice, you know, leaving here with us My track played when she walked in, clearly she was bugged…out Her iPod has my voice on it. Yeah Her best friend? I bet my boys on it. Light Drink fast and you might vomit The location of my love? The right pocket And I can use it like a bankcard, what an equalizer If we her in ten years then I probably would wife her But I ain't ready why f**in pretend when we can f** and be friends? [Hook] (God I Thought Loved You So) But I don't, I was mistaken (God I Thought Loved You So) But that was your crazy a** talking crazy (God I Thought Loved You So) Telling me you love me? I just met you! (God I Thought Loved You So) Mommy. Uh [Verse 2] Dead a woman if she get too crazy but That girl was just a known fronter Shucks, oh bummer Now when I get laid a n***a switching his phone numbers Back in Nashua, and I'm smashing like a homecomer The club let out we going to your home next You up late dialing numbers for phone s** Einz for German, Dos for Spanish Three For English, I'ma live out your hopes and fantasies I'm in it One love word to Swedish House Mafia You wanna sleep because the weed and the Ciroc in ya Coatcheck time, fistbump, Obama And grab your jacket mama, I really dig that pcoat I wish I could record your switch rewind that a** in Tivo I say I say hello angel may I please see your halo Ill cradle you in my arms and my future like play-do I mold her just exactly how I say so Yeah man, just in the booth man, just straight blacked out This right here is the Daydreams of a Spaceshot boy sh** man, light, Az-Iz [Verse 3] Cause I bag I bag And I'm the bomb, Baghdad Cause I bag I bag And I'm the bomb, Baghdad Yerr I run this Usain These girls think I'm crazy They ask, “You sane?” I say, “N-O” Tulane Now you're up (Europe) Ukraine And I'm a beast LT And I'm the sh** Smell me You're salted Seasoning No conflicts We don't need to bling Man I swear to…