Tate McRae greedy

Baby, please believe me I'll put you through hell
Just to know me, yeah, yeah So sure of yourself
Baby, don't get greedy That shit won't end well
No, it won't end well
I see you eyein' me down, but you'll never know much past my name
Or how I'm runnin' this room around and that I'm still half your age
Yeah, you're loo- (Loo-loo-), lookin' at me like I'm some sweet escape
Obvious that you want me, but I said