[Verse 1: blackbear] I don't need love, instant gratification Cut, copy, and paste 'til the colors are all faded I don't mean half the mean shit that I say It's like how I know you fucked every dude on your summer playlist Want you to want me for more than vacations and cars that go fast Mansions, mounds of cocaine, and What's inside my heart is often mistaken Like hotel room temperature, distant and vacant
[Pre-Chorus: blackbear] I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it 'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
[Chorus: blackbear] Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis What's changin'? Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way (It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
[Pre-Chorus: blackbear] I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it 'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
[Chorus: blackbear] Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis What's changin'? Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way (It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly] Put you, put you, put you on the table Grip the rails, arch your back, show that Holy Grail Wow, ayy Put that on the table Use them nails, scrape my back, scrape and sniff the yayo Hold up, baby, you are not one to trust, huh? One of the homies fucked, huh? You been around, this ain't your first time on the tour bus, huh? So I just wanna know why you're the only one to die of a drunk text, uh Prolly 'cause you're the only one to kiss me hard during drunk sex, uh She used two hands, brought a friend to come help Two G's to myself, two G's for they nose Two G's on my belt, two G's for these hoes Two X for my set, two years since I met you You're in fashion week, in a master suite, on a balcony, I –
[Chorus: blackbear] Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis What's changin'? Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way (It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
