Might Work

It ain't stealing if you take it from yourself
Fuckin with the kid is bad for your health
I already been knew that you threw me on the shelf
I already been knew you looking out for yourself, too
Yeah I'm scared of the future
But i pop a couple Xans and I'm ready to run through ya
You ain't worry bout how i feel do ya?
And i could give a fuck what these pills do to ya
So i take what i need and I give what you want
Thats the price that we pay if we both wanna fuck
Girl i ain't gon front, nowadays thats the way that we want
So i walk you home with my headphones on, with my headphones on
I don't think about calling as the day goes on, as the day goes on
But we meet every week like it ain't no thang
And meet tween the sheets like we can't feel pain
We pretend like we both feel the same
Like you don't feel the same
And I could see you thinking thoughts when the lights low
And I'm like I know
And we be fuckin other people but we keep it on the low low
Cause thats a no-no
But why though?
Cause if this really isn't nothing why do we worry bout our replies though?
I could give a fuck if you cry, hoe
But that's alright though
I give you credit when you score. FICO
I keep you winning when you fall. Geico
Come up in every discussion when mama be talking
Bout finding a woman but Frankie wanna live his life tho
A tornado flew around my room
So i assume that you're coming through soon
A tornado flew around my room
So I assume that we'll come around soon

Like it might work...
But we both know the score
Nothing has changed
The same as before
And she beg for more...
But the only thing we get is that dance floor
Cause like

It might work
The truth is, it might hurt
Now I'm on to my 3rd percoset
Call you at night for sex
Same kid from the cul de sac
Prozac with alcohol, throw it back
She came through and she threw it back
And she could have my heart
But she threw it right back
Come into my mind she says
Come with me tonight
Come into my mind she says
Some things work sometimes
So faster we go, faster we go
Where we stop no one knows
Bastards, fasho
Nothing ever really fucking lasted before
So if I catch feelings, she's the last one to know
Cause I'm bringin over bitches for my bitches and my bitches
Couldn't recognize her so I had to take a picture
Instagram hoe hash tagging for attention
Thirst trap, bought that, steady feeding my addictions
But I make myself right at home in that pussy
TKO I Holly Holm that pussy
And if she act up I disown that pussy, I move on from that pussy, cousin
They say papa was a rolling stone
So I pop a rock so I could roll alone
Dodging all these bitches when they call my phone
And I slide to your pad like "Daddy's Home!"

Like it might work...
But we both know the score
Nothing has changed
The same as before
And she beg for more...
But the only thing we get is that dance floor
Cause like