"Back In Style (Interlude)" lyrics

They say nothing lasts forever, but I hope this does
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm on high, like you wanna find out
You wanna find out, oh my, oh-oh
They say nothing lasts forever, but I hope this does
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, I'm on high, I don't wanna fall back down
Oh-oh
(Coke Boy, baby)

With me, you have the time in your life
It don't take much for me to set the vibe
It be the little things I do to make you smile
You ain't feel this good in a while
God strike me down if I'm lyin'
Put my right hand on the Koran
I know that you ain't feel this good in a while
But don't trip, 'cause real niggas back in style

Baby, don't trip, them niggas dead still
Shittin' on them hoes is your best skill
Ain't no way you should be thinkin' 'bout your ex still
Or your next meal
She ain't seen the gym in weeks, but she flex still
I just iced out her wrist, her Patek's real
I might give the world to my baby, yeah
I don't like to talk much, I'd just rather do it

I just woke up
But why did my friend call me last night
And she told me that you're a ho
And that I shouldn't be fucking with you
And that you're for everybody
But I'm done
I keep listening to everyone, 'cause I miss you and I wanna see you

With me, you have the time in your life
It don't take much for me to set the vibe
It be the little things I do to make you smile
You ain't feel this good in a while
God strike me down if I'm lyin'
Put my right hand on the Koran
I know that you ain't feel this good in a while
But don't trip, 'cause real niggas back in style

I've been thinking about you
And I know you've been thinking about me too
I keep replaying that night over and over
I'm just saying, what are we doing again?
Call me when you get this, bye