Pull up in your driveway, I'm outside Sitting here trying to figure out why You hiding your feelings, never doubt mine But we're running out of time, and I cannot read your mind I'm not a psychic I'm not a psychic, no no no I'm not a psychic I'm not a psychic, no no no no I seen that look, read you like a book At least I thought I did, might've misunderstood Girl why you here alone? I'm trying to see what's good You must be taken right? Little Ms. Hollywood It's in your walk, it's in your talk, I see the confidence Thinking with my other head instead of using common sense Changed the whole approach I got the digits, add to contacts She left looking angry and I couldn't see beyond that Pull up in your driveway, I'm outside Sitting here trying to figure out why You hiding your feelings, never doubt mine But we're running out of time, and I cannot read your mind I'm not a psychic I'm not a psychic, no no no I'm not a psychic I'm not a psychic, no no no no A couple phone calls, a good amount of texts The real question is when I get to see you next The vibe kind of off, I really can't explain I'm trying to get to know you, don't have no other aim Set a date and time, I'm looking forward to it, that's what's up Told me you've been dealing with some bullshit and that's enough Hide it with a smile, maybe think emotions make you weak Just don't take it out on me, I'm coming down your street, and I just Pull up in your driveway, I'm outside Sitting here trying to figure out why You hiding your feelings, never doubt mine But we're running out of time, and I cannot read your mind I'm not a psychic I'm not a psychic, no no no I'm not a psychic I'm not a psychic, no no no no How was I supposed to know When you never told me so By now I should know how it go I'm just going with the flow, baby girl I'm not a psychic