(You said "till death do us part"...)
[HOOK]
The smoke to my high, the french in my fries
The rays to my sun and the clouds in my sky
My tears when I cry, lashes in my eye
The bullets in this gun and the good in this "bye"
[VERSE]
Puffin on this L, not feeling really swell
But through all this makeup, it's hard for you to tell
It's just you and me. Exclusively. Existing. Elusively
I don't know
What to call what we've become
Or what we haven't become
I just know that I want you
I want you, and I want you to be...
[HOOK]
The smoke to my high, the french in my fries
The rays to my sun and the clouds in my sky
My tears when I cry, lashes in my eye
The bullets in this gun and the good in this "bye"
Say "goodbye", nigga...