I don't need love, it's the gratification Cut, copy, and paste till 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 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, you say it Don't ask me who hurt me, cause the story keeps changing Met you, sex on the couch It was cool, it was basic Text you, flyin' you out On an every week basis, we're changin' Maybe I'm fucked up, but maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Maybe I'm fucked up, but maybe it's love I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way 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, you say it Don't ask me who hurt me, cause the story keeps changing Met you, sex on the couch It was cool, it was basic Text you, flyin' you out On an every week basis, we're changin' Maybe I'm fucked up, but maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Maybe I'm fucked up, but maybe it's love I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way Put you, put you, put you on the table Rip through rails, arch your back, show that holy grail Put that on the table, use them nails Scrape my back, scrape and snip the Yale Hold up, baby, you are not one to trust, huh One of the homies fucked, huh You've been around, this ain't your first time On the tour bus, huh So I just wanna know why you're the only one that I ever drunk text Probably cause you're the only one that gets me hard during drunk sex She used two hands, brought a friend to come help Two G's for myself, two G's for they nose Two G's on my belt, two G's for these hoes Two X's for my set, two years since I met You, you're a fashion week in the master suite on the balcony, I Met you, sex on the couch It was cool, it was basic Text you, flyin' you out On an every week basis, we're changin' Maybe I'm fucked up, but maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Maybe I'm fucked up, but maybe it's love I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way It's easier that way, oh, oh It's easier that way, oh, oh