Torture (feat. Zimo)
I can tell what you're after
You want
You want someone to make your heart shatter
I can
I can do that for you (for you)
You show up every time to fill the void that I see through
Your love is torture
Always in and out the door, I swear, we just need closure
Every time I hide, you seem to find I can't ignore her
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
Only fuckin' with me, 'cause I'm on, she like exposure
Every time we're out, she got her arm around my shoulder
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
Bitch, stop callin'
You just want to party
Don't be so mad, the other girls run their fingers
Through the curls on my noggin'
Don't be so obnoxious
Nah, I wasn't looking at her, babe, but you can tell her I'm about it
(Homie, why you so cocky?)
I'm not B, but I often get off, off the people that'll doubt me
Please tell me everything that you think you know about Z
And why my shirt's worth 100k to paparazzi?
Your love is torture
Always in and out the door, I swear, we just need closure
Every time I hide, you seem to find I can't ignore her
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
Only fuckin' with me, 'cause I'm on, she like exposure
Every time we're out, she got her arm around my shoulder
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
You want
You want someone to make your heart shatter
I can
I can do that for you (for you)
You show up every time to fill the void that I see through
Your love is torture
Always in and out the door, I swear, we just need closure
Every time I hide, you seem to find I can't ignore her
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
Only fuckin' with me, 'cause I'm on, she like exposure
Every time we're out, she got her arm around my shoulder
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
Bitch, stop callin'
You just want to party
Don't be so mad, the other girls run their fingers
Through the curls on my noggin'
Don't be so obnoxious
Nah, I wasn't looking at her, babe, but you can tell her I'm about it
(Homie, why you so cocky?)
I'm not B, but I often get off, off the people that'll doubt me
Please tell me everything that you think you know about Z
And why my shirt's worth 100k to paparazzi?
Your love is torture
Always in and out the door, I swear, we just need closure
Every time I hide, you seem to find I can't ignore her
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
Only fuckin' with me, 'cause I'm on, she like exposure
Every time we're out, she got her arm around my shoulder
You keep me runnin' and I'm trippin' every time
Your kind is hard to find, and I decide I love the (torture)
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Wayne, Kaleb Wicklund
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