Lyrics: Conner Frey/Gabriella Semmerling
Music: Conner Frey
I should tell your boyfriend that you're a mess
Hittin' me up late with subtle texts
I ain't no hoe but I do want sex
I ain't no homewreck but I'm still pressed
I should tell your girlfriend you've been stressed
Been up for weeks now you need rest
I ain't no hoe but I do want sex
Say we're friends but I'm still pressed
You facetime and call me when you're alone
When he's there you just dnd your phone
I feel so confused 'cause I want it bad
But I'm somebody's baby
If she knew the guilt I would feel inside
The long talks on my couch through lurid eyes
You look like my last two when they were mine
You're my type but I need to say goodbye
My brain won't shut up
Feels like giving up
I must be your type
The way I'm on your mind
I'm not enough, I'm not enough, I know it now
It's getting hard, it's getting hard to slow it down
I'm ****ing up, I'm ****ing up, it's showing now
Don't hit me up, don't hit me up
I should tell your boyfriend that you're a mess
Hittin' me up late with subtle texts
I ain't no hoe but I do want sex
I ain't no homewreck but I'm still pressed
And I'll tell your girlfriend that you're homewrecked
Been up for weeks now but I need rest
I ain't no hoe but I need sex
Ain't no friends but I'm still pressed
I should tell your girlfriend
I should tell your girl
I should tell your girl