​beartrap trap music
I dont need love, instant gratification
Cut, copy, and paste til the colors are all faded
I dont mean half the mean shit that I say
Its 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
Whats inside my heart is often mistaken
Like hotel room temperature, distant and vacant
Im filled up with love, I dont want no one to take it
Cause Ive been fucked up since the last time I gave it
Dont tell me you love me, dont say it to say it
Dont ask me who hurt me cause the story keeps changin
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin you out on an every week basis
Whats changin?
Maybe Im fucked up, maybe its love
I wanna regret you, I cant give you up
Baby, Im fucked up, maybe its love
I wanna forget you, itd be easier that way
Im filled up with love, I dont want no one to take it
Cause Ive been fucked up since the last time I gave it
Dont tell me you love me, dont say it to say it
Dont ask me who hurt me cause the story keeps changin
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin you out on an every week basis
Whats changin?
Maybe Im fucked up, maybe its love
I wanna regret you, I cant give you up
Baby, Im fucked up, maybe its love
I wanna forget you, itd be easier that way
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 aint your first time on the tour bus, huh?
So I just wanna know why youre the only one to die of a drunk text, uh
Prolly cause youre the only one that gets me hard during drunk sex, uh
She used two hands, brought a friend to come help
Two Gs to myself, two Gs for they nose
Two Gs on my belt, two Gs for these hoes
Two X for my set, two years since I met you
Youre in fashion week, in a master suite, on a balcony, I—
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin you out on an every week basis
Whats changin?
Maybe Im fucked up, maybe its love
I wanna regret you, I cant give you up
Baby, Im fucked up, maybe its love
I wanna forget you, itd be easier that way