When I held your hand in theatre 10 I found a terrible truth And I left that night, I told Stevie I wanna end up with you I love the way you find your worth in who you are And you don't give a fuck about the internet So roll the dice and throw the rice and If I'm really wanting something nice like you, I really gotta try But I'm 25 just give me time to make this money someday You 'gon spend it like it wasn't mine The jazz-rock superstar takes the pretty little Christian girl to bars Where they share an IPA on the dance floor And it's funny how they misbehave with so much virtue I'm glad we didn't meet back in high school No way of knowing a good thing I want your rock n roll You want my soul to soul My homie swear that he done fell And caught some feelings for you And now he can't get off this trippin' making feelings for two Talking 'bout how confident you are in who you are And you don't give a fuck about them other girls Sign the line and say you're mine I know that I said that I don't mind but girl I mind You've been out with other guys and boo, that's fine Just leave all this jealous bullshit in the past The jazz-rock superstar meets the parents of the pretty Christian girl Right before he takes her out for IPAs How they have so much to say before they misbehave How long till our lunch breaks coincide We'll wreck this rec room one more time Maybe we dance Maybe we die Either we, we have our own lives Pardon me, that's not romantic Too old to not be realistic Maybe your friend doesn't like me It's not like I'll be losing sleep I don't need that bitches co-sign Even if I'm out of line