Fuck Buddy

Girl, I've got a whole lot of
Time and I've got no problem
Sharing it all with you
And you don't got to ask me to
I don't know what you call it
Casual with no drama
Cos I had nothing to lose
Love wasn't in my view

I'm getting too close for comfort now
Hearing all these words come out my mouth
Probably sound wrong
But remember that Beyoncé song
Where they're dancing in some leotards
Complaining 'bout her man that took too long
I don't want to wait that long cos

I know that we're just fucking
And that's still something cool
But I don't want a fuck buddy
Unless that somebody's you
And only you

Usually when we're chilling
I lowkey get in my feeling
I don't know if this shit will change
Or if you'll get on my same page
Keep it a buck-fifty
Keep it all real with me
Cos I don't want to copy-paste
All of these same mistakes

I'm getting too close for comfort now
Hearing all these words come out my mouth
I probably sound like a bitch
Regardless what the label is
You'd think it would be easy
Just to fuck you and just leave it
When we're not even dating
But it's more complicated cus I know



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew John Holyfield, Iseak Asaf Leeflang, Thomas Falkner, Marius Den Ouden, Ryuchi Lee Flores
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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