Bakar - Searching

Drink myself right under the bar, but, girl, what's new?
I'm tryna make it out the firehouse by the 9 o'clock news
And I'm a little, little late for sure
Hold your breath for my knock on your door
Tryna make it back home to mine, for my lovely lady
It's so old, sick and tired of tryin', I should've told the truth
I know you're so sick and tired of mine, I know you hate to lose

That's why I'm so, so sorry, my lady
Spin your gears and your wheels like Mercedes
Tryna keep my end of the bar', my end of the bargain

I'm still searchin', still searchin' for now
I'm still workin', I'm still workin' it out
And girl, you wanna live a private life
But you ain't dealin' with the sacrifice
You're still workin', you're still workin' it out

I see myself as a bit of a star, but girl, that's you
I'm tryna learn to turn the lights down before they start to clone you
And I'm a little, little sad for sure
Send a text, I'll be gone in the morn'
I can't believe that I'm sayin' goodbye to my lovely lady
You're so bold, singin' we'll be fine like we signed a truce
But when people they want me gone, and stick around for fools

That's why I'm so, so sorry, my lady
Spin your gears and your wheels like Mercedes
Tryna keep my end of the bar', my end of the bargain

I'm still searchin', still searchin' for now
I'm still workin', I'm still workin' it out
And girl, you wanna live a private life
But you ain't dealin' with the sacrifice
You're still workin', you're still workin' it out

Oh-na-na-na
Hey
Throw this down for my lady, my lady, yeah
Recorded live in London
For my lady, my lady, my lady, my lady, my lady
My lady run away, my baby comes again, yeah
Oh, man