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