Patchwork

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Clothes off, he needs to come through or cut me off
I understand why he hesitates
Go home, I’d rather be alone than soaked in sweat
Taking a dose to make me forget
Fell back into the hotel, underneath the same lights
Eye contact was the last thing I wanted while you looked like that
Jumped into the water, let the iPhone speaker blaring
I can feel their eyesights glaring, classic
Glossed up and getting wasted, this is not my last masterpiece
I am Michelangelo
I still don’t know how you feel about us
Boys in the backseat are talkin' about us
(Alright, mm)
Cold sweat, coke head
I forgot your name in the same place last time, no thanks
Cold sweat, coke head
I forgot your name in the same place last time, no thanks
There’s some men out there on the floor
Watchin' me lose myself to disco music
There’s some men out there on the floor
Watchin' me lose myself to disco music
There’s some men out there on the floor
Watchin' me lose myself to disco music
(Ah, don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss me?)
There’s some men out there on the floor (Ah, no, don’t you miss me?)
Watching me lose myself to disco music