I should've deleted your number
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it, now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
You stuck in my head it's obnoxious
You f*ck up my head stop it
You f*ck up my head stop it
You f*ck up my head stop it
Ya danced on my headstone, you committed redrum
You were just bouta go home, how'd you end up back in my bedroom?
You just wanna argue knowin' damn well that ya dead wrong
Your skin is one hell of a costume, underneath that is the Devil
They say communication's key and we don't got that, so maybe you're not the one for me
And, maybe I'm not the one for you
It's always up to me, I'd rather leave it up to you
You tried to leave my house, you end up back in my bed, I f*ck you to sleep
And you look way to comfortable
I'm still wide awake, tossin' and turnin' howlin' at the moon
Howlin' at the moon, feelin' like a fool
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it
Now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
Ya stuck in my head it's obnoxious
You're just like my ex broad
You got my eyes X'd out
You f*ck up my head stop
Ya danced on my headstone, you committed redrum
You were just bouta go home, how'd you end up back in my bedroom?
You just wanna argue knowin' damn well that ya dead wrong
Your skin is one hell of a costume, underneath that is the Devil
Can't just tell me you love me girl I need a testimony
I still won't trust ya
You want a whole ass matrimony, that could never be us
Girl stop playin ha, let's be honest
We're bad for each other yeah
We're bad for each other yeah
She's dyslexic so redrum she wrote
I should really let go, there you go callin' my cellphone
I should've deleted your number
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it, now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
It's not like I don't got no options
How the f*ck I end up in your apartment?
Love to say that you're wrapped 'round my finger
And that I gotcha right where I wantcha
And if I was naive I would buy it
But I know if she breathes, she lies
She been with some greasy guys
She never got treated right
I watched her head blow up, like C4 or dynamite
I swear she loves to fight
Fight like its for her life
I need to flee for mine
Yeah, I gotta runaway, if I wanna stay alive
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I should've deleted your number
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it, now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
You stuck in my head it's obnoxious
You f*ck up my head stop it
You f*ck up my head stop it
You f*ck up my head stop it
Ya danced on my headstone, you committed redrum
You were just bouta go home, how'd you end up back in my bedroom?
You just wanna argue knowin' damn well that ya dead wrong
Your skin is one hell of a costume, underneath that is the Devil
They say communication's key and we don't got that, so maybe you're not the one for me
And, maybe I'm not the one for you
It's always up to me, I'd rather leave it up to you
You tried to leave my house, you end up back in my bed, I f*ck you to sleep
And you look way to comfortable
I'm still wide awake, tossin' and turnin' howlin' at the moon
Howlin' at the moon, feelin' like a fool
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it
Now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
Ya stuck in my head it's obnoxious
You're just like my ex broad
You got my eyes X'd out
You f*ck up my head stop
Ya danced on my headstone, you committed redrum
You were just bouta go home, how'd you end up back in my bedroom?
You just wanna argue knowin' damn well that ya dead wrong
Your skin is one hell of a costume, underneath that is the Devil
Can't just tell me you love me girl I need a testimony
I still won't trust ya
You want a whole ass matrimony, that could never be us
Girl stop playin ha, let's be honest
We're bad for each other yeah
We're bad for each other yeah
She's dyslexic so redrum she wrote
I should really let go, there you go callin' my cellphone
I should've deleted your number
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it, now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
It's not like I don't got no options
How the f*ck I end up in your apartment?
Love to say that you're wrapped 'round my finger
And that I gotcha right where I wantcha
And if I was naive I would buy it
But I know if she breathes, she lies
She been with some greasy guys
She never got treated right
I watched her head blow up, like C4 or dynamite
I swear she loves to fight
Fight like its for her life
I need to flee for mine
Yeah, I gotta runaway, if I wanna stay alive
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it, now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
You stuck in my head it's obnoxious
You f*ck up my head stop it
You f*ck up my head stop it
You f*ck up my head stop it
Ya danced on my headstone, you committed redrum
You were just bouta go home, how'd you end up back in my bedroom?
You just wanna argue knowin' damn well that ya dead wrong
Your skin is one hell of a costume, underneath that is the Devil
They say communication's key and we don't got that, so maybe you're not the one for me
And, maybe I'm not the one for you
It's always up to me, I'd rather leave it up to you
You tried to leave my house, you end up back in my bed, I f*ck you to sleep
And you look way to comfortable
I'm still wide awake, tossin' and turnin' howlin' at the moon
Howlin' at the moon, feelin' like a fool
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it
Now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
Ya stuck in my head it's obnoxious
You're just like my ex broad
You got my eyes X'd out
You f*ck up my head stop
Ya danced on my headstone, you committed redrum
You were just bouta go home, how'd you end up back in my bedroom?
You just wanna argue knowin' damn well that ya dead wrong
Your skin is one hell of a costume, underneath that is the Devil
Can't just tell me you love me girl I need a testimony
I still won't trust ya
You want a whole ass matrimony, that could never be us
Girl stop playin ha, let's be honest
We're bad for each other yeah
We're bad for each other yeah
She's dyslexic so redrum she wrote
I should really let go, there you go callin' my cellphone
I should've deleted your number
I don't even know why I wantcha
I wanted lust and I got it, now thinkin' boutcha make me nauseous
It's not like I don't got no options
How the f*ck I end up in your apartment?
Love to say that you're wrapped 'round my finger
And that I gotcha right where I wantcha
And if I was naive I would buy it
But I know if she breathes, she lies
She been with some greasy guys
She never got treated right
I watched her head blow up, like C4 or dynamite
I swear she loves to fight
Fight like its for her life
I need to flee for mine
Yeah, I gotta runaway, if I wanna stay alive
Writer: Justin Gress
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