What you think you’re special, and this song’s about you
Yo I’m a narcissist, break hearts and shit that’s what we do
Scrape the cartilage as barter chips, I’m graphic too
Ay, it’s not real, but if it starts, may toss you back to school
This ain’t about your hair, cuz I ain’t notice it
These ain’t moments to cherish, please don’t make photo prints
But if I look and you’re there then you’re the prototyp-
Ical chick who cares that I can go and have those moments with
Sow oats and shit, I joke, I kid, you hold your ribs
Jackpot, chill I’m a pro at this
There’s ample time, just standing by
We laugh, we cry, smoke hash, sip chai
And bask in times our glancing eyes
Not patronized, just satisfied
Don’t plan things out we have this night
Grasp you tight, damn well I’m

Singing sweet nothings, enough of those to go around
I don’t know for now but hold up we can chop it up and slow it down
They say that all men are dogs, well I swear I’m not a total hound
Show the bounds, Venusian, we can chop it up and slow it down
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down
Ooooooooooooooo, you make me soulful, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Ooooooooooooooo, you make me so full of hooooooope

The way the moonlight shines on your pretty face
Is kind of normal and not what got me attracted to you
I also love it when your hips swing at a slower pace
It’s just another thing you do a lot of women do too
They say the sea is full of all of the fish you can taste
Well I’ve had my share and I searched all four oceans for you
I also know a faster current that can whisk us away
Well it’s a gyre, but you say “well I’m alright if it’s just you”

Singing sweet nothings, enough of those to go around
I don’t know for now but hold up we can chop it up and slow it down
They say that all men are dogs, well I swear I’m not a total hound
Show the bounds, Venusian, we can chop it up and slow it down
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up
Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down
Ooooooooooooooo, you make me soulful, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Ooooooooooooooo, you make me so full of hooooooope

Singing sweet nothings, singing sweet nothings
Still singing sweet nothings, I’m singing sweet nothings
Sweet nothings…yes, singing sweet nothings
It’s nothing, we keep saying that it’s nothing
No it’s something, there’s something
There doesn’t have to be nothing, we’re young and discussing
Discussing we’re touching, there’s functions
Something always comes from functions
Singing sweet nothings, singing sweet nothings
Singing since I’m nothing, singing cuz you’re nothing
Singing cuz we’re nothing, singing cuz we’re fronting
We’re fronting, oh, we’re fronting, I’m fronting
We’re nothing