[Hook] I want my wife in the grow room, Music loud, nothing we gotta prove, You do you, baby, I do me, Meet in the middle underneath the leaves. My wife in the grow room, Late night, perfume mixed with fumes, Forget a castle, baby, give me two chairs, One for you, one for me, and a garden upstairs. [Verse] I don’t need you following every move I make, I want a woman with a universe I couldn’t imitate. Come sit beside me, tell me everything you’re thinking, I’ll be trimming while you’re talking, actually listening. That’s romance to me. Not possession. If love becomes surveillance, baby, that ain’t affection. You can have your sunlight, I can have mine too, And somehow every evening both the shadows lead to you.
