文本歌词

He ain't me
And she ain't you
They make love
While we made do
A kiss won't fix
An open wound
So are we swept up off our feet
Or filling shoes?
Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes
Yeah
Don't you hate it when you're driving past the Whole Foods
That we used to roll to?
You never had Açaí Bowls til I showed you
It's crazy how something so new turns to go-to
And don't it suck when you know you're about to see me?
Shit ain't ever easy
You bought a new dress from Free People
But you don't speak freely
Or else you would've told me that you really need me
I found love
So I thought
You did too
But he ain't me
And she ain't you
They make love
While we made do
A kiss won't fix
An open wound
So are we swept up off our feet
Or filling shoes?
Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes
Ooh
Don't you hate it when the past has to stay back?
You been on my mind like this Dodgers LA hat
Hard to move on when my mind finds its way back
I'm Rick Ross, you're the Mayback
'Cause I found love
So I thought
You did too
But he ain't me
And she ain't you
They make love
While we made do
A kiss won't fix
An open wound
So are we swept up off our feet
Or filling shoes?
Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes
Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes
Filling, filling, filling, filling, filling shoes