Real

I don't smoke weed I sniff it Never kiss on first dates, I wait to lick it Yes we're both single, and no I don't get it How can this be real, you're so damn perfect He finished in three I'mma take the full hour He's the bellboy I'm the penthouse tower No one knows his name and you crave my power We are not the same He won't text you today, playing those fucking games You're getting dinner at eight with a real date Slip on the dress you like, the one that makes men be like How can I have her, how sad is my life I don't drink beer, I watch you sip wine Maybe I'll kiss you tonight you look so bright Yes we're both single but I'm hoping that I Can make this real. This feels more than right, right?