Grips
Babe got me real fucked up
Somethin' tells me it's the way he like it
Babe got me real hung up
He like it even better when me fight it
(Ohh, ohhh)
Hands on my waist
Grips on my wrist
Don't lie, don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this my prayer
And I don't wanna, don't wanna
Don't wanna play fair
I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts
I'm aware
I don't care
Babe got me real cut up
All fours, begging for endorphins
Babe got me real high strung
He like it even better when me cry for him (Oh I)
Hands on my waist
Grips on my wrist
Don't lie, don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this my prayer
And I don't wanna, don't wanna
Don't wanna play fair
I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts
I'm aware
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
(Hands on my) (I don't care)
(Hands on my) (I don't care)
Fuck vanilla love oh
He hit me like an upper
He like me hi-def colour
Give enough to recover
Yeah yeah, it hurts so good
Yeah, It hurts so good
Hands on my waist
Grip's on my wrist
Don't lie don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this my prayer
And I don't wanna don't wanna
Don't wanna play fair
I know it hurt and it hurt
And it hurt I'm aware
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Somethin' tells me it's the way he like it
Babe got me real hung up
He like it even better when me fight it
(Ohh, ohhh)
Hands on my waist
Grips on my wrist
Don't lie, don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this my prayer
And I don't wanna, don't wanna
Don't wanna play fair
I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts
I'm aware
I don't care
Babe got me real cut up
All fours, begging for endorphins
Babe got me real high strung
He like it even better when me cry for him (Oh I)
Hands on my waist
Grips on my wrist
Don't lie, don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this my prayer
And I don't wanna, don't wanna
Don't wanna play fair
I know it hurts and it hurts and it hurts
I'm aware
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
(Hands on my) (I don't care)
(Hands on my) (I don't care)
Fuck vanilla love oh
He hit me like an upper
He like me hi-def colour
Give enough to recover
Yeah yeah, it hurts so good
Yeah, It hurts so good
Hands on my waist
Grip's on my wrist
Don't lie don't trip
Rips in my lace
Grips in my hair
Yeah, this my prayer
And I don't wanna don't wanna
Don't wanna play fair
I know it hurt and it hurt
And it hurt I'm aware
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Credits
Writer(s): Blaise Moore, Ryan Gray Hawken
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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