Too Good (To Be True)

I'm such a fan of what goes on inside of your mind Everytime you get heated I think you and me are, honestly, anomalous We're out of this world It's obvious, girl Are you even human? Are you? Are you? Are you just some fallen angel? Your highness My weakness Shooting star You light up My weekends All I'm chasing Your highness My weakness Superstar Thinking 'bout a girl and all my friends say, "Where you headed, Gene?" She's white I'm black Together we're just red and green Complimentary colours I'm sure we like one another And even though she doesn't know it yet Of course I' d like to f*ck I'm also just tryna love her It's awesome, apparently we marry our own mothers when we're grown And she's a good girl gone baddie daddy had to cuff her If she rang me I'd be over in a second like a Jumper We're like lovers in the friend zone But there really isn't any us not without the trust And there really isn't any fuss, no, not a little lust She's okay with just chilling with me on the couch and watching movies Are even human? Are you? Human Are you just a fallen angel? Your highness My weakness A shooting star You light up My weekends You're all I'm chasing Your highness My weakness A superstar Your highness my weakness too good to be true