URGES

Oh boy you tweakin

It's nine o'clock in the morning and you freaking

I left my boy back home

I don't love him no more

But I can't face that

And he's rocking with the truth

Now his ex back up on the loose

She's got all that he wants and more

But he's no sore, sore, sore, sore loser

He's mine for sure

It's me you got

Only wanna see you late at night

But you just wanna be so fucking free

And feel so clean, clean with the"I to the x to the o"

Baby your sex and your clothes

Make it so hard for me to let go, go, go

But you don't really know me, hey

I don't think you'll let go of me babe

I wish that you would let go of me baby

It's hard for me to control these phases

These urges, they're urges for you (for you)

Yeah I got what you wanna do (uh mm, uh hmm mm)

And you know what you want from me

It's meant to be

Not destiny, but cursed toxicity (oh oh oh)

Oh, hmm, oh no no (okay that's all I got)

(I wish that you would let go of me baby)

(It's hard for me to control these phases)