Fuck the thinking

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I been thinkin bout you Ain’t rly no way around it I been picturing til the pictures fill up the cloud n My mind is a montage of us in hypothetical I need the rush like the kush that shit is medical Don’t know where to go from here I wanna be young n sincere But I been here for years Sex sweat n tears Baby I think you know I never felt so alone When you picturing pickin up that phone call You recalling so-called Snow fall on our car hood it’s iced up crazy know I’m iced up baby like I should Cause I would Leave the drip at the crib If I could without feelin misunderstood But I I just wanna go back to your motherfuckin place I just wanna see that look all on your fucking face On a break with butterflies yea they been givin me my space I dont want it less you want it like you been fuckin chaste I just wanna stumble through the door back at yo room Chase atlantic the wknd give me some kind of tune We way past favorite colors and typing in ten digits Maybe I showed you too much of myself and you know your limits I been thinkin bout you ain’t rly no way around it Another day another stress another sesh got me surrounded you showin me those pictures in public got me astounded baby maybe I’m in the midst of generational droughtage Of a certain type of passion Or maybe im the problem never quite buried the hatchet Bitter bout the way my innocence was so short lasted She grabbed my hair and begged me please good thing I’m never flaccid Do we both know that rush like the kush that you just can’t explain If I could read your brain would we be here today What if we went out tonight n got lost in the haze Gaze in focus can’t focus on more than one thing I just wanna go back to your motherfuckin place I just wanna see that look all on your fucking face I’m supposed to be slowin down going out n crushing the day Every day the same I just hittin copy and paste I just wanna go back to your motherfuckin place I just wanna see that look all on your fucking face The one I saw on the TV when I was teeny one hand on her waist one on her face said shit looked easy now that shit’s laced can’t be replaced Don’t know where to go from here Your voice stuck in my ear Your eyes stuck in my mind What do they look like on fire I’m tryna go out tonight Walk you out walk a wire I’m tryna give up the fight I’m tryna find something higher

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