I love you like a crackhead loves crack (crack, crack)
My addiction put my nose in the bag
I sneeze, you bless me (woo), same time
Yeah, I see you next (next, next)
Running on empty, you know I never get sleep
Your next, he's the best me
Better version of me
You try conversate, I got a face like a zombie
Losing my mind, slowthai, it's Ted Bundy
How I'm wired, I admired every time you got me with food
I was hungry, hmm, got too comfy
Love me hours, burned me, didn't think much of me
I don't blame you if you was me, I would probably hate you
But your love, for that I'm grateful
Truly scrumptious angel

You made up stories, I don't blame you
But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
You're too sweet like grapefruits
Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you
You made up stories, I don't blame you
But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
You're too sweet like grapefruits
Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you

Affected, disconnected
Assuming the worst, you're obsessive
I blame you like you blame me (why do you blame me?)
I don't hate you like you hate me
There's a thin line divide
Caught in a slip tie like a slipknot
I'm not a rabbit, fuck like rabbits (fuck like)
Then we break up (why do we break up?)
Arguments, shit I couldn't imagine
Then we break up, I don't blame you
That you blame me, I don't blame you (I don't)

You made up stories, I don't blame you
But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
You're too sweet like grapefruits
Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you
You made up stories, I don't blame you
But the plot gets thicker like your shape do
You're too sweet like grapefruits
Too sweet, bitter whilst I faced you

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Writer(s): Anish Bhatt, Poppy Roberts, Tyron Frampton