I think Cupid's arrow hit me
I can't get you off my mind
I know you say you love me
But that could change over time
I get mad about all of the wrong things
Like if you glance at someone else
I'm going to say it doesn't hurt me
I don't want to share the things I felt cause
I'm all types of fucked up
I get all types of fucked up
Cause I can't trust my own gut
Hate love for real I don't want
Nothing to do with it
But for you
I'm choosing it
No pressure
We just some kids
Lost as hell, bring truth to it
Trust in me
I'll trust in you too
Say you care
I know that you do
But our words
They don't mean shit
Unless we prove to me and you
That we mean
All the things we saying
Without you world stops rotating
Prove it then
Xanax knock me out
Mike Tyson
I've got Hi-Tech
I've got Sprite and
Sleep in my Givenchy necklace
So if I OD
I'm flexing
She brought cocaine to the party
We did key bumps with Bacardi
You really could've been my shorty
But you didn't want me in your story
I know that I annoy you
I've never really been the kind of boy to
Get attached to a girl like you
Happened so fast, it surprised me too
Let go just like you promised
Remember that night in August
I said we'd stay platonic
But you're all I ever wanted
