Why you only ordering Afredo Pasta and Magarita

Intro

Yeah…

Late night at the table, candle wax dripping

You don’t even look at the menu, you different

Uh

Chorus

Why you only ordering Alfredo pasta and margarita?

Same choice every time, girl I’m starting to read ya

Salt on the rim, white sauce on the plate

You say you don’t drink much but you sipping it straight

Why you only ordering Alfredo pasta and margarita?

You say you “low-key,” but you love being seen, huh

Say you not toxic, but you stirring the glass

And you look at me like, “Boy, you ain’t ready for that”

Verse 1

You don’t want appetizers, say you “not that hungry”

But you watching my phone like the bill getting funny

Laugh a little loud when the waiter walk by

You say you hate attention but you stealing the light

Hair pulled back, lip gloss shining

You know exactly what you doing, perfect timing

Say you don’t do drama, say you chill, say you calm

But your ex name always coming up in the song

Pre-Chorus

You say it’s “just food,” but it’s deeper than that

Same drink, same meal, same look when you mad

You say you unpredictable, but I already know

Soon as we sit down, here we go

Chorus

Why you only ordering Alfredo pasta and margarita?

Same choice every time, girl I’m starting to read ya

Salt on the rim, white sauce on the plate

You say you don’t drink much but you sipping it straight

Why you only ordering Alfredo pasta and margarita?

You say you “low-key,” but you love being seen, huh

Say you not toxic, but you stirring the glass

And you look at me like, “Boy, you ain’t ready for that”

Verse 2

You say you “easygoing,” but you testing my patience

Ask me who I was with, then say “I’m just playing”

Phone face down, but it keep lighting up

You say it’s your cousin, yeah, I heard that enough

You like white wine nights, city lights, slow songs

Say you healed, but you still holding on

You say you don’t judge, but you scanning my past

While you twirling that straw, taking shots at my ass

Bridge

Maybe it’s comfort, maybe it’s control

Maybe you like knowing how the night gon’ go

Same plate, same drink, same look in your eyes

Like you daring me to fall for the same damn lie

Chorus

Why you only ordering Alfredo pasta and margarita?

Same choice every time, girl I’m starting to read ya

Salt on the rim, white sauce on the plate

You say you don’t drink much but you sipping it straight

Why you only ordering Alfredo pasta and margarita?

You say you “low-key,” but you love being seen, huh

Say you not toxic, but you stirring the glass

And you look at me like, “Boy, you ain’t ready for that”

Outro

Yeah…

Same restaurant, same vibe, same mistakes

You say “this don’t mean nothing,” but we here real late

Alfredo cold, margarita gone

And I still don’t know if you right or you wrong