Waytoomuch

I bought some loud wit my stimulus
Covid money Im sick of this
She said she can see my ribs
Why dont you touch them then
Dont need to know your true intention
I dont wanna be your friend
I dont wanna talk about it
Tryna get into my head
Thats way too much
But nothing is enough
Its like every time we touch
You dont even get this feeling
I cant tell if I'm just dreaming
My memories be so deceiving

Intuition
I cant fuck with you
I feel it in my chest
Always talking bout yourself
Ego bitch I'm not impressed
Try to get you out the house
You just wanna stay in bed
Like a cockroach laying on your back
I try to show you love
But its just fucked up
Its a deep cut
I wanna see blood
Im a dream robber
You cant keep up



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Writer(s): Octavian Waste
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