This here is on some truthful shit It seems like everything I do, your used to it And I hate hearing stories bout who you've been with So then I gotta hide, what I'm feeling inside So you still think I'm confident and damn Is this gonna last? Your up on a pedastal Are we moving too fast? Feel like I'm in crazy competition with the past Is why I gotta ask... is anything I'm doing brand new? Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new is anything I'm doing brand new? Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new This here is something personal I highly doubt this feeling is reversible Knowledge is pain and that is why it hurts to know That you attempt to hide, and put mistakes aside So I don't ever question you and damn I cant even find, the perfect brush So I can paint whats going through my mind Racing against myself, but I'm a couple steps behind This why I gotta ask, is anything I'm doing brand new? Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new is anything I'm doing brand new? Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new Is anything I'm doing brand (new(6x)) Or is everything I'm doing too (late(6x)) Did he take off your clothes off just like this Did he give you loving just like this Did you spend the night in his bed on the very first date Tell me baby am I too late? is anything I'm doing brand new? Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new Show me if this is brand new? Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new yeah, yeah yeah...