Mr. Neighbor

Hello, Mr. Neighbor
I know you watch the rising sun like I do
Staring at God's acre
Pillows soft as leaves that pile in November

I want to be alone
I, I don't want to be alone
So don't text me, don't text me, text me

I'ma do you like you did me

Baby, ah yeah
Wylin', ah yeah
Watch me, ah yeah
Baby, ah yeah
**** me, ah yeah, yeah-yeah
Ah yeah, yeah-yeah