text: ​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