| I don’t fuck with you |
| But I’m still in love with you (Yeah) |
| And I know it’s been a minute |
| Miss the smell of your coffee in the kitchen, mama |
| Oh, I don’t fuck with you |
| But I’m still in love with you (Yeah) |
| And I know it’s been a minute |
| Miss the smell of your coffee in the kitchen, mama |
| Yeah, December when we met it was so cold |
| Drive to Forest Hills bumpin', bumpin' J. Cole |
| Sound like J. Lo but move like Bey |
| You got real low when you got a taste |
| A taste of fame, a taste of change |
| A taste of 'caine, a taste of pain |
| I don’t know why we still try |
| But it’s all in my head 'cause you got a guy |
| I don’t fuck with you |
| But I’m still in love with you (Yeah) |
| And I know it’s been a minute |
| Miss the smell of your coffee in the kitchen, mama |
| Oh, I don’t fuck with you |
| But I’m still in love with you (Yeah) |
| And I know it’s been a minute |
| Miss the smell of your coffee in the kitchen, mama |
| Without you |
| It’s really hard, really livin' without you |
| I’ve been seein' all them triple digits without you |
| Everything about these bitches mimic about you |
| And if you ever need somebody, baby, I got you |
| Gold, don’t replace your touch |
| Stoned, so in case you love |
| Never thought we’d split |
| But I fucked a new girl, but you’re all I miss, hey |
| I don’t fuck with you |
| But I’m still in love with you (Yeah) |
| And I know it’s been a minute |
| Miss the smell of your coffee in the kitchen, mama |
| Oh, I don’t fuck with you |
| But I’m still in love with you (Yeah) |
| And I know it’s been a minute |
| Miss the smell of your coffee in the kitchen, mama |