I want that fucked up kinda love
Where I can't go out with the opposite sex
'Cause I always get those angry texts, like damn, hm
I want that fucked up kinda love
Where you get mad at me for something you did
You know you're wrong, but you'd never admit it, like damn
Ayy, I want that fucked up kinda love
Get drunk, bring the past back up
Then I chase you down the block tryna apologize, for what?

I know I shouldn't want it, but I do
All of my friends say I probably shouldn't be with you
You know, you know I want you more, the more you put me through
I guess I fucked up, kinda

'Cause I want that fucked up kinda love
Where I'm scared you're gonna ask for space
And space is gonna lead to a break, like damn (like damn, like damn, like damn)
Mm, you're pickin' fights in front of my momma
Guess you like drama, guess I like it, too
'Cause I'll chase you down the block trying to apologize, for what? (For what?)

I know I shouldn't want it, but I do
All of my friends say I probably shouldn't be with you
You know, you know I want you more, the more you put me through
I guess I fucked up, kinda
'Cause I want that fucked up kinda love
Oh, I fucked up, kinda
Yeah, I want that fucked up kinda love and so do you

Baby, I learned from watching you and your problems, learned it so good
Now you chase me down the block tryna apologize, for what?

I know I shouldn't want it, but I do
All of my friends say I probably shouldn't be with you
You know, you know I want you more, the more you put me through
I guess I fucked up, kinda
'Cause I want that fucked up kinda love
Oh, I fucked up, kinda
Yeah, I want that fucked up kinda love and so do you

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Benjamin Michael Odell Miller, Julia Michaels, Scott Harris