Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Just your flock
Just your companions
Just your kids
Just your cheeks
Just your neck
Just your couch
And my perfume
And my beloved
And my breasts
And my beloved
And my love
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I'm drowning in my own genius
That's what I'd like to think
That's the attitude of takin' on these type of things
A man can never own a woman, he just thinks he does
Add it to the list of the dirty shit I'm thinkin' up
Just tryna lighten up your mood, but you prefer it dark
Soften all of the places up that were hard
Put a couple of my kisses on your birthmarks
I think you're hiding who you are and that's the worst part
I never wanted to own you, just your neck
Just your good moods, just your two breasts
Just the good parts of you and your perfume, baby
Don't ask the sun to shine more like the moon, baby
[Verse 3]
Just your neck
Just my couch
Just your perfume
And my beloved
And your ex
Just my couch
And my love
[Verse 4]
Yeah
I was just seein' double
You look like extra trouble
But I could see right through you
Like vodka, sleek and subtle
We spent some weeks apart
I couldn't wait to see you
But I got home and it was different
I don't believe you
You was out fuckin' him
You know that's just the truth
Wanted to fuck with you
Did not know you could be so rude
But looks could be deceiving
Maybe you never see me
Maybe this all just is a movie and it's just a screening
Maybe you wanted me and I don't want you anymore
Maybe I fall in love with everything I should ignore
[Verse 5]
Just your neck
Just my couch
Just your perfume
And my beloved
And your ex
Just my couch
And my love
[Verse 6]
Yeah
Maybe it's today, maybe it's tomorrow
I'm really tryna change, I'm just feelin' hollow
Some were made to lead, some were made to follow
I'm all up on Raya tryin' to fuck a model
Because thinkin' 'bout you with him made me sick
I should really beat his ass, but instead, I took your shit
You always comin' at me with some kinda weakness
I don't need your secrets, I don't need your deep shit
All I really need is
[Verse 7]
Just your neck
Just my couch
Just your perfume
And my beloved
And your ex
Just my couch
And my love
Written by: David Lang, Matthew Musto, Mike Posner
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