[Intro]

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

[Chorus: PinkPantheress]

I pray that I'll die before my baby

I'll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby

That's my lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove

I have secrets and, yes, I know you know too many

I'll stay at your house where I'll hope that you'll protect me

You're my lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove

[Verse 1: PinkPantheress]

It's your honey (Your honey)

Nice to meet you (Nice to meet you)

My love's pourin' (My love's pourin')

Like a waterfall (That's my—)

I don't mind all your dollar signs (Dollar signs)

You're keepin' me up each and every night

Now I've never (I've never)

Fеlt quite like this (Like this)

It's your motor (Your motor)

It's thе way you kiss (That's my—)

Tell them how we met, because you tell it best

You're the thing that connects my brain to my chest, it's 'cause—

[Chorus: PinkPantheress]

I pray that I'll die before my baby

I'll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby

That's my mmm, oh-oh, my baby, mm

I have secrets and, yes, I know you know too many (Yeah)

I'll stay at your house where I'll hope that you'll protect me

You're my lo-o-ove, lo-o-ove

[Bridge: PinkPantheress]

It's your honey (Your honey)

Nice to meet you (Nice to meet you)

My love's pourin' (My love's pourin')

Like a waterfall

Now I've never (I've never)

Felt quite like this (Like this)

It's your motor (It's your motor)

It's the way you kiss (It's the way you kiss)

[Verse 2: Central Cee & PinkPantheress]

I-I-I woke up to my shorty cryin'

I said, "Nah, I'm not bein' unfaithful, baby," and somehow she caught me lyin'

I tried to say, "It weren't me, it was one of my G's, we can call the guys"

But it weren't one time, it was four or five

Long story short, we don't talk no more, now she on TikTok doin' storytimes

I might risk it for a biscuit

Put my hand in her jar and try to reach for a cookie, sweet and I can't resist it (Yeah)

I'm innocent until proven guilty, my girl not convinced, but I'm not convicted

I feel like a creep when I call restricted, pissed 'cause she blocked my digits

Leave it to God, I can't stop what's written

Of course her body still cross my mind

I'm a trap boy and she like good yutes, if I 'member correctly, I'm not her type

Cupid tried aim at my heart, I jumped over the car and tried duck and dive

Now she puttin' up pics of rapper relationships like, "It must be nice" (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

[Outro: PinkPantheress]

(Love, I'll die, I'll die before my baby, yeah)

(Tries to touch my baby, that's my—)

(Love, I'll die before my—)