[Intro] You ever meet somebody at the exact wrong fucking time? That's dangerous. [Hook] Pretty girl, bad timing. Good body, bad timing. You walked in looking like peace while my whole fucking life still fighting. Pretty girl, bad timing. Perfect lips, wrong season. I could give you my attention... I just don't know if I can give you a reason. Pretty girl. Bad timing. Damn. [Verse 1] Met you somewhere I ain't plan to stay, said one drink, then the night got late. Gold hoops catching neon light, dark skin glowing, attitude right. You ain't ask what I drove. Didn't care who knew my name. Just laughed at my dumb-ass jokes like attention wasn't game. That's what caught me. Everybody else wanted something. You wanted conversation. Then my damaged ass got nervous because genuine felt invasive. You said, “Why you keep looking away when I look directly at you?” I said, “Because women like you make men like me start telling truth.” You smiled. Bad sign. I liked that shit too much. [Pre-Chorus] I got unfinished business living underneath my skin. You look like somewhere beautiful... I'm scared to drag you in. [Hook] Pretty girl, bad timing. Good body, bad timing. You walked in looking like peace while my whole fucking life still fighting. Pretty girl, bad timing. Perfect lips, wrong season. I could give you my attention... I just don't know if I can give you a reason. Pretty girl. Bad timing. [Verse 2] You came over on a Friday. No makeup. Hair tied back. That's when lust turned dangerous because comfort entered after that. We cooked. Well... you cooked. I stood behind you acting useful. You said, “Move before you burn something.” I said, “Damn, you fucking ruthless.” Then we danced in the kitchen with no music playing loud. That's the type of simple shit that make a guarded man look down. Because I could picture Sundays. That's too far. Way too quick. My heart started drawing blueprints while my brain said, “Don't do shit.” I got family complications. Business pressure. Old scars. A woman from my past still texting like the ending ain't ours. You deserve clean space. Not some man who's halfway out a fire. And wanting you ain't enough if I can't meet what you require. [Hook] Pretty girl, bad timing. Good body, bad timing. You walked in looking like peace while my whole fucking life still fighting. Pretty girl, bad timing. Perfect lips, wrong season. I could give you my attention... I just don't know if I can give you a reason. Pretty girl. Bad timing. [Verse 3 — Female] Then don't sell me no forever. I ain't asking for a ring. Don't promise me a fucking future just because tonight feels deep. I can like you without saving you. I can want you without chains. But don't invite me through your doorway then punish me for someone else's pain. If timing wrong? Say timing wrong. Don't make me decode distance. Don't disappear for three days then come back talking 'bout you miss this. I ain't scared of complicated. I'm scared of dishonest men. So if all you got is tonight... tell me before we start pretending. [Male] Damn. You always talk like that? [Female] Only when nickas need subtitles. [Bridge] Maybe wrong timing don't mean wrong person. Maybe every good connection ain't supposed to become permanent. Maybe you can meet somebody who shows you what peace feels like... and still know loving them correctly means not forcing it tonight. [Final Hook] Pretty girl, bad timing. Good heart, bad timing. You walked in looking like peace while my whole fucking life still fighting. Pretty girl, bad timing. Maybe one day, right season. But I won't sell you fake forever just to keep you here this evening. Pretty girl. Bad timing. Still glad I met you. [Outro] “Call me when your life ain't on fire.” I laughed. She didn't. Damn.
