Hinge Boy

You could hit me when you want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
Told him if he come through, then don't blink
And I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine, yeah, yeah

Disclaimer, I been on paper, yeah
He's such a player, yeah, yeah, he try to hide it, but I know
His dad was in the league, that's why he hit it like a pro
And I just wanna kiss and tell my friends, that's how it goes

I like it when his hands 'round my neck
I love that shit (I love that shit)

You could hit me when you want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
Told him if he come through, then don't blink
And I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine

Want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
And I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine (yeah, yeah, yeah)

He say he don't got the time, well, perfect, neither do I
But I might cut a couple of hours out for you tonight
I just name a time and place and couple things that I like
And, no, I don't got no whip, but I'm ridin' it like a bike

Damn, New York, got me sayin', "Yes, yes"
Wait, okay, yes, sorry
I'm too busy for a boy that wanna know me
He's a trophy

He could hit me when he want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
Told him if he come through, then don't blink
And I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine

Want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
And I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine (routine, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I like it when his hands 'round my neck (I like, my neck)
I love that shit, his hands 'round my neck

Take five, then we go to ten, feels like seventh heaven
Test him out, just us as friends, bend it like it's Beckham
Plot twist, I love when he dips, he can't spend the night but

He could hit me when he want a little love
With no strings, no strings (no strings)
Hinge boy with the nose ring (nose ring, yeah, yeah)
Told him if he come through, then don't blink
And I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine

Want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
And I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine (routine, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I like it when his hands 'round my neck
(Fuck me up, fuck me up, yeah)
I love that shit, his hands 'round my neck
(Fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up, yeah)