My Best Half Lyrics - Atmosphere

The first time I met my wife was on a Wednesday night 

Making party in a German bar 

Murs was there, the rap-off at the Gasthof 

Check it out, true story 

I got something on my mind, can I leave it with you? 

I'm still feeling you and all the things that you do 

Remember Wednesday nights in that basement bar 

You never that that hip hop would take it this far (sorry) 

Hellbound we must have drowned in a bottle of some rusty brown 

Running town to town like shut 'em down 

Shut 'em, shut 'em, what? 

When the buzz wore off you still stuck around 

And when I think of all the lines we stepped 

And the tolerance required to forgive and forget 

When I reflect on the boundaries and limits we set 

I recognize neither one of us is innocent 

Listen I'm just a song writer, I'm not a wrong righter 

But I'm alive and I'm proof 

Survival ain't exclusive to the strong 

We all tryna keep it calm 

So this goes to anyone who sings along 

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Come on, I never said I'm the best 

I can't watch my step when I'm watching you step 

But baby I'mma do my best 

You got me under your spell like I was under arrest 

And I ain't never said I'm the best 

No special effects, I wanna touch you flesh 

But baby I'mma do my best 

Love connection, love, respect 

I never said I'm the best 

You can check for better, but don't hold your breath 

But baby I'mma do my best 

We were both impressed, it felt so correct 

And I ain't never said I'm the best 

Sometimes I forget but I know I'm blessed 

But baby I'mma do my... 

From the first time that we met, you're my best 

She made me wait a couple months for some sex 

Murs wasn't there 

Echo, echo, echo, echo 

Delay, delay, delay, delay 

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She made love to a switchblade 

Then stayed over night for a whole decade 

That safety net doesn't mean that your nest is safe 

Well played, but still called a checkmate 

He made love to a rosebush 

Drew a crowd, all of y'all can look but don't push 

It's a thin line between crime and justice 

First you gotta find us, then you can judge us 

Outlaws, we far from flawless 

We guilty of whatever the accomplice accomplished 

And if the cops drop all of the charges 

We'll be out all the mall with identical outfits 

Like a couple of fly motherfuckers 

We married so we don't testify against each other 

'Til they name a holiday after Marvin Gaye 

That's all I've got to say, you can stop the tape 

We know what it's about 

Or maybe we're still tryna figure it out 

Or maybe it doesn't matter, we couldn't care a lesser amount 

We know what it's about 

Or maybe we're still tryna figure it out 

Or maybe it doesn't matter, we couldn't care a lesser amount