e.z. (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)

[blackbear]

​beartrap trap music

[blackbear]

I don't need love, instant gratification

Cut, copy, and paste 'til the colors are all faded

I don't mean half the mean shit that I say

It's like how I know you fucked every dude on your summer playlist

Want you to want me for more than vacations and cars that go fast

Mansions, mounds of cocaine, and

What's inside my heart is often mistaken

Like hotel room temperature, distant and vacant

[blackbear]

I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it

'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it

Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it

Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'

[blackbear]

Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic

Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis

What's changin'?

Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love

I wanna regret you, I can't give you up

Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love

I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way

(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)

[blackbear]

I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it

'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it

Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it

Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'

[blackbear]

Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic

Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis

What's changin'?

Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love

I wanna regret you, I can't give you up

Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love

I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way

(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)

[Machine Gun Kelly]

Put you, put you, put you on the table

Grip the rails, arch your back, show that Holy Grail

Wow, ayy

Put that on the table

Use them nails, scrape my back, scrape and sniff the yayo

Hold up, baby, you are not one to trust, huh?

One of the homies fucked, huh?

You been around, this ain't your first time on the tour bus, huh?

So I just wanna know why you're the only one to die of a drunk text, uh

Prolly 'cause you're the only one that gets me hard during drunk sex, uh

She used two hands, brought a friend to come help

Two G's to myself, two G's for they nose

Two G's on my belt, two G's for these hoes

Two X for my set, two years since I met you

You're in fashion week, in a master suite, on a balcony, I

[blackbear]

Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic

Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis

What's changin'?

Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love

I wanna regret you, I can't give you up

Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love

I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way

(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)