Lyrics

I'm sittin' on my couch Thinkin' 'bout your mouth And I know you're not stupid Wonder what your excuse is Did you need my attention For your own validation? I don't know why I do this And I'm not even usin' I'm sittin' on my couch Thinkin' 'bout your mouth And I know you're not stupid Wonder what your excuse is Did you need my attraction For your own satisfaction? I don't know why I do this Damn, you still get under my skin, skin, skin, skin Only one time that I let you in Didn't even get it then You're just tryna get, tryna get (Damn, you still get) under my skin, skin, skin, skin Only one time that I let you in Baby, you're not my friend Baby, you're different and you just don't get it I can switch it up and represent it Tie it up, hand it over like a present Mentally you were never really present And I know you're not stupid Wonder what your excuse is We were unrealistic And then so masochistic I don't know why I do this Damn, you still get under my skin Only one time that I let you in Didn't even get it then You're just tryna get, tryna get (Damn, you still get) under my skin, skin, skin, skin Only one time that I let you in Baby, you're not my friend Baby, you're different and you just don't get it (Skin, skin, skin, skin) And that's what it was So cliche that I was a part of your complex Now you're onto the next addict I don't hate you But I need you to leave Faraway from me But you're under my skin Only one time that I let you in Didn't even get it then You're just tryna get, tryna get under my skin, skin, skin Only one time that I let you in Baby, you're not my friend Baby, you're different and you just don't get it
Writer(s): Tim Anderson, Donna Missal, Chloe Angelides, Tavon Thompson, Salvadore Navarette, Jesse Becca Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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