Good Friends, Bad Lovers

I've been thinking 'bout cutting my hair
I've been thinking 'bout growing it out
I've been thinking 'bout sleeping with this girl that come into work, she's going through a divorce
A mother of two, and me I just want to fuck
Bet you want the same, drop the kids off, I'll pick 'em up
And we can do the grown folk thing
Apple on the tree don't fall for me babe, 'less you trying
To get lost for a while
Exercise is good for you
A little sun look good on you
You should open up and try it, yeah
Before the clearing in the sky
Turn to rain in your eyes
And life passes you by

And good friends make bad lovers
And bad friends give the best head, for sure
There's not a lot that I need from you
And best friends shouldn't have sex, I know
But, sometimes, when you feel something like this
Tend to wonder when to take the next step
And what if we became best friends?
Wouldn't you want to know how it feels?

I grew up on Francis street, Northside
So in trouble my freedoms is courtside
Catch your name while scrolling through my timeline
Mean to tell me you been here the whole time?
And backseats make me nervous, yeah
But, I prefer long drives over short ones
And recognize real lines over forced ones
And realize, everyday, that you're gorgeous
And I was lying when I said, "I won't change"
You break down walls more than you break banks
My wrist game nice, and this cuffing ain't on purpose
But, lately you been ending up in all of my verses
So, maybe I should show you what I think about you
I reach for the Jergens when I think about you
Will you look me in the eyes while I'm talking to you?
Over here deferring guys from even talking to you

And good friends make bad lovers
And bad friends give the best head, for sure
There's not a lot that I need from you
And best friends shouldn't have sex, I know
But, sometimes, when you feel something like this
Tend to wonder when to take the next step
And what if we became best friends?
Wouldn't you want to know how it feels?

It feels like this