Mansionz - My Beloved lyrics
[Mansionz - My Beloved lyrics]
Just your flock, just your companians
Just your kids, just your cheeks
Just your neck, just your couch
And my perfume, and my beloved
And my breasts, and my beloved and my love
Yeah, I'm drowning in my own genius
That's what I'd like to think
That's the attitude I've taken on
These type of things
A man can never own a woman
He just thinks he does
Add it to the list of the
Dirty shit I'm thinking up
Just tryna lighten up your mood
But you prefer it dark
Soften all of the places up that were hard
Put a couple of my kisses on your birthmarks
I think you're hiding who you are
And that's the worst part
I never wanted to own you, just your neck
Just your good moods, just your two breasts
Just the good parts of you and your perfume
Baby don't ask the sun to shine
More like the moon, baby
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch and my love
Yeah, I was just seeing double
You look like extra trouble
But I can see right through you like vodka
Sneaking subtle we spent some weeks apart
I couldn't wait to see you
But I got home and it was different
I don't believe you you was out fucking him
You know that's just the truth
Wanted to fuck with you
Did not know you could be so rude
But looks could be deceiving
Maybe you never see me
Maybe this all just is a movie
And it's just a screening
Maybe you wanted me and I
Don't want you anymore
Maybe I fall in love with
Everything I should ignore
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch and my love
Yeah, maybe it's today, maybe it's tomorrow
I'm really tryna change
I'm just feeling hollow
Some were made to lead
Some were made to follow
I'm all up on Raya, tryna fuck a model
Because thinking 'bout you with
Him made me sick
I should really beat his ass, but instead
I took your shit
You always coming at me with
Some kind of weakness
I don't need your secrets
I don't need your deep shit
All I really need is
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch
Just your kids, just your cheeks
Just your neck, just your couch
And my perfume, and my beloved
And my breasts, and my beloved and my love
Yeah, I'm drowning in my own genius
That's what I'd like to think
That's the attitude I've taken on
These type of things
A man can never own a woman
He just thinks he does
Add it to the list of the
Dirty shit I'm thinking up
Just tryna lighten up your mood
But you prefer it dark
Soften all of the places up that were hard
Put a couple of my kisses on your birthmarks
I think you're hiding who you are
And that's the worst part
I never wanted to own you, just your neck
Just your good moods, just your two breasts
Just the good parts of you and your perfume
Baby don't ask the sun to shine
More like the moon, baby
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch and my love
Yeah, I was just seeing double
You look like extra trouble
But I can see right through you like vodka
Sneaking subtle we spent some weeks apart
I couldn't wait to see you
But I got home and it was different
I don't believe you you was out fucking him
You know that's just the truth
Wanted to fuck with you
Did not know you could be so rude
But looks could be deceiving
Maybe you never see me
Maybe this all just is a movie
And it's just a screening
Maybe you wanted me and I
Don't want you anymore
Maybe I fall in love with
Everything I should ignore
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch and my love
Yeah, maybe it's today, maybe it's tomorrow
I'm really tryna change
I'm just feeling hollow
Some were made to lead
Some were made to follow
I'm all up on Raya, tryna fuck a model
Because thinking 'bout you with
Him made me sick
I should really beat his ass, but instead
I took your shit
You always coming at me with
Some kind of weakness
I don't need your secrets
I don't need your deep shit
All I really need is
Just your neck, just my couch
Just your perfume, and my beloved
And your wrists, just my couch