Cruel Lovers

Honey, all I'm wishing for
Is to wake up feeling no remorse
No headache from the mess we made
The night before

Darling, stop the presses now
I'm feeling pressure tryna smoke me out
And every time we try to talk it out
We never want to write it down

Won't you ring it out?
Won't you cut the shit?
I want you in my back corner pocket
Won't you say it loud?
Won't you sit still?
I want you in my back corner pocket
Oh, no, oh, no

Baby, clear your day ahead
Open your schedule so you can pencil me in
But don't forget about me
Even if you start to doubt me, baby girl

(We've been through a lot of shit together)
(But we still got a long ass way to go)
And I don't want to hear it if it gets to the point
I can't get back to you

Won't you ring it out?
Won't you cut the shit?
I want you in my back corner pocket
Won't you say it loud?
Won't you sit still?
I want you in my back corner pocket

Oh, no, oh, no
Yeah, we're cruel lovers too
Oh, no, oh, no
Yeah, we're cruel lovers too
Yeah, we're cruel lovers too
Yeah, we're cruel lovers too
Yeah, we're cruel lovers too

Honey, all I'm wishing for
Is to wake up feeling no remorse
No headache from the mess we made
The night before