She said she’s tired of my antics
Came to her uni and I had a madness
With one little dickhead on her campus
And now I’m looking like a villain
'Cah I find it hard to fit in
With the high life and the champers
And I always fuck it up
When I try and buckle up
And then attempt to be romantic
She’s the princess, I’m the bandit
She’s the painting, I’m the canvas
But this picture's not so pretty
I’m just tryna understand this
Could you tell me what the plan is?
Could you spare me with the pity?
We’re not speaking the same language
But see, all my problems vanish
Every single time you're with me
So why should I be embarrassed
When I bring you to my city?
Baby, welcome to my city