Drink myself right under the bar, but, girl, what's new? I'm tryna make it out the firehouse by nine o'clock, noon And I'm a little, little late for sure Hold your breath for my knock on your door Tryna make it back home to mine, for my lovely lady It's so old, sick and tired of trying, I should've told the truth I know you're so sick and tired of mine, I know you hate to lose That's why I'm so, so sorry my lady Spin your gears and your wheels like Mercedes Tryna keep my end of the bar, my end of the bargain I'm still searching, still searching for now I'm still working, I'm still working it out And girl you wanna live a private life But you ain't dealing with the sacrifice You're still working, you're still working it out I see myself as a bit of a star, but girl, that's you I'm tryna learn to turn the lights down before they start to clone you And I'm a little, little sad for sure Send a text, I'll be gone in the morn I can't believe that I'm saying goodbye to my lovely lady You so bold, singing "We'll be fine", like we signed a truce But real people, they don't want me gone and sticking round for fools That's why I'm so, so sorry my lady Spin your gears and your wheels like Mercedes Tryna keep my end of the bar, my end of the bargain I'm still searching, still searching for now I'm still working, I'm still working it out And girl you wanna live a private life But you ain't dealing with the sacrifice You're still working, you're still working it out Throw this down for my lady, my lady, yeah Recorded live in London For my lady, my lady, my lady, my lady My lady My lady run away, my baby comes again, yeah Oh, man