Lyrics Don't - Ed Sheeran, Rick Ross

Don't

Gotta keep a bitch in check, microphone check
Killed your boy’s career, still no arrest yet
Snow white yacht in my red Yeezys
Ed Sheeran got the city streets tweakin'
On a back block you may catch the boss
M-cig, let it vape so we liftin' off
With a weapon, go to steppin' like I’m Kevin Spacey
No prom date, women they would love to hate me
It’s such a pretty thing, life is such a bitch
Went to sleep as friends, waking up to this
See it my way or see me at the top
Built an empire, bitch, off a nickel rock
Microphone check, microphone check
We came to party, smoke until there’s nothing left
I met this girl late last year
She said «don't you worry if I disappear»
I told her «I'm not really looking for another mistake»
I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait
But then I jumped right in a week later, returned
I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me «I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We’ll be in between the sheets till the late AM»
Baby, if you wanted me then should have just said, she’s singing