E.z. Lyrics - Blackbear

Beartrap trap music 

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 

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' 

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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) 

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' 

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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) 

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- 

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)