Used To You

Yeah

It really doesn't make sense, we just met, you testing my heart

But you could be the one to heal or tear it apart

I don't know who you are, honestly I see you setting the bar

Smart girl and me a wannabe star

And I've been questioning love and if I'll ever connect

Wait for your text to never come, it's onto the next

What should I expect? You deserve a ring and a cheque

I'm a broke fucking rapper who complains 'bout his ex

And with that ass and with that rack girl you know that they want it

You really never had to work, cause it's easy to flaunt it

You got a finger in the middle and I'm wrapped up on it

You're wanting more than blacking out and waking up your vomit

And if I, if I had the chance to show you

Show you how it feels with someone who wants to get to know you

Show you how it feels when you forget about the old you

Show you that you're worth it, something no ones ever told, you

Girl you're worth that shit

You and your girls are in the club yelling: Twerk that shit

You're in the back seat yelling: Pass the purp back quick

See you would never choose me over your purse bag, shit

So every night is the same

A little black dress and makeup just to cover the pain

A girl in a world of people never using their brain

Every night you're asking why you went and did it again

And again, nothing to gain in a room full of empty

Fake love, some drugs and a bottle that's empty

That's around the time that you met me

A body to tempt me, I probably shouldn't touch, but you let me

You'll probably forget me, cause to you I'm just one more pawn

What is love when the time is wrong?

You wanna do it, left the hall lights on

In your palm was a young icon, now you're gone, but

I could get used to you, I could probably get used to you

I could get used to you, used to you, used to you, yeah

We could waste all our time

Anything to keep you off my mind

If I lose myself tonight, myself tonight with you

I know you're feeling like no one will ever relate

You had a best friend, your best friend turned fake

You're used to having nothing more to spend in your bank

No gas in the tank, you think about your ex when you drink

See we know I don't know your story, so I'm never to judge

I know that you got feelings you swept under the rug

Your dad loved to drink, you think it runs in your blood

Your mom and dad couldn't make it, so you gave up on love

Never seen what it was, never had nobody to ask

So you gave it to any guy who wasn't chasing that ass

The facts are the facts, I've been never wanting to look back

But everything I see in you is everything that I lack

I lack knowing what you mean when you say: Living it up

I lack knowing if there ever could have ever been us

I lack dealing with my pain, I'm using you as a crutch

Like why the fuck I'd write a song about a one night crush

A temporary connection, perfect is only perception

Could be a curse or a blessing, I guess I'm learning my lesson

I guess I'm trying to find some love inside a one night session

Numb the pain with affection, but see you're turning me on

You left the hall lights on

In your palm was a young icon, now you're gone, but

I could get used to you, I could probably get used to you

I could get used to you, used to you, used to you, yeah

We could waste all our time

Anything to keep you off my mind

If I lose myself tonight, myself tonight with you

You see I seem to always do this, I focus on you

A pretty girl that I met out around a quarter to two

I got this hole in my chest, I try to fill it with you

I'm spilling the truth, I just wanna forget for a few

And if you really listen, this is more than a lyric

I'm hoping you hear it, I open my spirit and let you in

I'm battling sin, wonder if I ever will win

To you I'm just another guy referring to me as him and him

Him and him like we're one in the same

But I promise you're not one of you is sharing my brain

And I know if you could feel a thing, you're feeling my pain

Almost rapping for four minutes, what the fuck am I saying?

This whole song is a bluff

Paint a picture of a girl from a bar like a slut

Like she drank too much, like she let me touch

But you don't hear me talk about me, man, that shit's too tough

We're at the same bar, the same club

Looking for some fake love

Focused on attention, attention is just a fake drug

I focus on a girl so I don't focus on my pay stub

I focus on the fact that my sister almost didn't wake up

We make up a generation and chasing nothing is vapor

Her picture up on your phone, you're like: Homie how would you rate her?

Her data is what you favor, deciding if you would date her

I'm sick of being a waiter while destined for something greater - that's real!

I could get used to you, I could probably get used to you

I could get used to you, used to you, used to you, yeah

We could waste all our time

Anything to keep you off my mind

If I lose myself tonight, myself tonight with you