Anaesthetic

You really wanna know? K

Wanna know how I feel about it?
Not a fuckin thing
Heart on anaesthetic, got them on a string
I just lead them where I wanted n they thought it was a thing
But they never got a call back, never got a ring
I think we're better when seperate
Still text "You're the best that I ever met"
Never meant it, sent it just for the heck of it
Get them second guessing just to mess with your head again
I'm never deadset when I'm sending them messages
It's what I need for the deed
It's not what it seems, yeah yeah, I'm the man of your dreams, but
So was Freddy, you aint ready
You need to wake up to yourself
You aint straight up with yourself
I love you till I un-buckle the belt
But I don't really give a fuck how you felt
This ain't one for the girls, nah, but you can rock the shoes if they're fitted
It's a big difference in the bitches and the women
Digits that I'm hittin' midnight when I'm fishin'
Forty-five minutes ain't a long-term vision
They want me boxed in like prisms
Rather be boxed in by prisons
For the record, like Guiness
Im'a fuck kicks on so it's quicker when I'm finished

Wanna know how I feel about it? Not a fuckin' thing
Wanna know how I feel about it? Not a fuckin' thing
Wanna know how I feel about it? Not a fuckin' thing, it's hard to regret it
Wanna know how I feel about it? Not a fuckin' thing
Forget it, my heart on anaesthetic

Wanna know how I feel about you? Keep it realer now?
The boys like you, whats the big deal about?
I mean, I like the way you're filling out
Wouldn't say I'm not willing to fill it up in your mouth, but
Play my cards right like I got the nuts
On the button, when I'm done, runner-runner straight-flush
Busted on her face so she thought she had a say if I stay
But it's just not what the case was
Watch me take off on a bitch like a jet
Flight-mode, no texts
I'm tryna make progress, Post, I just wanna go flex
And a bitch always wanna know best, but I'm never best off
She aboard only till she gets off on it then the door close on her and it gets locked
Even when I get a beep in my pocket from her, always gotta guess on where the text from
I dunno
Said it was but it really wasn't
Banged her on the wall and knocked the ceiling off it
I remember when she curved it so perfect, make ya wanna chuck a wheelie off it
I remember still, the feeling of it
Felt the same as the last and the one before that
Say they got the head-game but it's all cap
Shh, heart on anaesthetic