Weapon Sex
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Her moods switch like her profile pics
Cut me out- cut me out 'til it looks like this
But I was with the ex gettin' goodnight sex
She was standin' at the ledge singing "come fly with"
Hmm, temptin'. She pitched a faircase
But I opted out and beat her to the bottom- took the staircase
Ran across the park 'til the sun went dark
Ran until I couldn't remember where the chapter starts
Reasons get lost, the story gets blurry
Misery's on patrol like cops lurkin'
They wanna take our party by the curtains
And turn it into warm beer, cold women and no mercy
Have no fear. I'm in it to go dirty
I got the soul of a thousand ghost riders on Sturgis
She came back for friendship: the best revenge
I took the bait in good faith, let's pretend
You're worth every bit'a self-respect that's left
Kiss kiss bang- I made her say
Copped an attitude, started talkin' rude
All in the name of self-preservation
I've had it- I'm thru. I'm onto somethin' new.
All in the name of "fuck it I ain't waitin'"
She wanna text like she just hit the tarmac
And get service from the host and the barback
Homie, don't let the ex be friends
Go ahead protect your neck and get set
Move on to the next- on- on to the next one
No need to spend money- just time and attention
Close to the chest son, you don't want the tension
Breathe easy, it's goin' down like a pension
But the second that it can't get any better
You're datin' and she's the plus one to your friend's wedding
The ex is shootin' texts your way sober as day
Sayin' we should replay the last time you made her say...
Sex after the break up
You can't have your cake and not get ate up
Sex after the break up
You can't have your cake and not get ate up
Sex after the break up
You can't have your cake and not get ate up
She wanna bring the heat, so I'm callin' Bobby Drake up
I dance dirty, but don't get the hands dirty
We're past flirtin'. I'm at first but not third yet
I can't turn it off, I'm that certain
Gave her the tremendous twelve and we ain't even at Perkins
I mass murder and heart break- I'm at your service
I talk for a livin'- I was raised by last worders
And table turners, but real talk no play
If you're goin' in, make sure you make her say