Steal My Clothes (ft. Bea Miller)
You don't love me, you just steal my clothes
Live in my house 'cause I can't say no
Let you in, now you're way too close
But I don't know how to let you go
You don't love me you just drink my booze
With all your friends who trash my room
But when we fuck, shit it feels like love
Feels like love, and it's so messed up yeah, yeah
You don't love me you just steal my food
Fill my closet with all your shoes
Make-up spilling over my bathroom
Walking 'round here with an attitude, yeah
I don't know why, but I love that shit
Sex so fire when we fight like this
Shit's messed up but I can't resist
Guess that's just life with a real bad bitch, yeah
You don't love me, you just steal my clothes
Live in my house 'cause I can't say no
Let you in, now you're way too close
But I don't know how to let you go
You don't love me, you just drink my booze
With all your friends who trash my room
But when we fuck, shit it feels like love
Feels like love, and it's so messed up
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
It's so messed up yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Who's the reason why you got that car
That you've been drivin'
Everything you're wearing on that body I provided
You said it was meant to be and fate was all behind it
You were low, and I was dumb
I guess it's perfect timing
You don't love me, you just steal my clothes
Live in my house 'cause I can't say no
Let you in, now you're way too close
But I don't know how to let you go
You don't love me, you just drink my booze
With all your friends who trash my room
But when we fuck, shit it feels like love
Feels like love, and it's so messed up
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
So messed up yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (you don't love me)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
So messed up
Yeah, yeah (you don't love me)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
So messed up
Live in my house 'cause I can't say no
Let you in, now you're way too close
But I don't know how to let you go
You don't love me you just drink my booze
With all your friends who trash my room
But when we fuck, shit it feels like love
Feels like love, and it's so messed up yeah, yeah
You don't love me you just steal my food
Fill my closet with all your shoes
Make-up spilling over my bathroom
Walking 'round here with an attitude, yeah
I don't know why, but I love that shit
Sex so fire when we fight like this
Shit's messed up but I can't resist
Guess that's just life with a real bad bitch, yeah
You don't love me, you just steal my clothes
Live in my house 'cause I can't say no
Let you in, now you're way too close
But I don't know how to let you go
You don't love me, you just drink my booze
With all your friends who trash my room
But when we fuck, shit it feels like love
Feels like love, and it's so messed up
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
It's so messed up yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Who's the reason why you got that car
That you've been drivin'
Everything you're wearing on that body I provided
You said it was meant to be and fate was all behind it
You were low, and I was dumb
I guess it's perfect timing
You don't love me, you just steal my clothes
Live in my house 'cause I can't say no
Let you in, now you're way too close
But I don't know how to let you go
You don't love me, you just drink my booze
With all your friends who trash my room
But when we fuck, shit it feels like love
Feels like love, and it's so messed up
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
So messed up yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (you don't love me)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
So messed up
Yeah, yeah (you don't love me)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
So messed up
Credits
Writer(s): Julian C. Bunetta, Beatrice Miller, Maaike Kito Lebbing, Sherwyn Hewett Nicholls, Alexandra Maria Veltri, Savana Santos
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