Puppyluv Lyrics

You gon' find yourself misshapen if you try to shape your soul for me

An older me might find a remedy, but my heart barely open yet

Been crackin' heads, crackin' open 40s

When you think I got the time to heal

Must be short bus shawty

Fine by me if you ain't tryin' to hear

Closet skeletons, laundry dirty, love list long as longitude lines

Mad baggage, but she too purty

So I might bag it, not the grocery kind

And pretend it's all gon' be okay this time

And I'm not gon' throw it away this time

I want 80s love, playin' Marvin Gaye

When your mama gone, I'ma stay the night

Wake you up in the mornin', maybe get to moanin'

If we feel right

Don't wanna argue, just play fights

Puppy love with bark, no bites

No reminders of what a dickhead I am

Cept' the ones out your mouth, but imma ignore em

Look in your eyes and forget what you said

Forget it girl, I ain't meant what I said

Honestly, fuck it, I meant what I said

Your homegirl like "You deserve better than him"

And all the shit like that, it get to my head

Get in my head

Get out my crib, you breathin my air

Despite what I said, I don't want you here

Get you out my hair, you loud in my ear

You out of my heart, why make an appearance

I tried to make it

You my geppetto, I'm marionetted

It's strings knotted, meaning I'm indebted to you

But I see through you

Lies built up, web woven through you

You control me, shaty voodoo

Play my cards right, sum like uno

Hope for reversing, get the old you

But every time I spinback

Cuz home is where the ass at

Been fighting fights that nobody see

And I ain't Brad Pitt

I'm not him, I'm not Superman, I'm not perfect

But you not Lois Lane, I could be your man

You don't gotta be saved, we don't gotta wear pants

Shawty, I'm playing, I'm still the same

I never changed, got a few fans

I lost your number, finding it like lottery odds

And us together'd be odd, it'd be kinda strange

For me to talk to your mom, but I got

No doubts, you know I'm a fraud

See through me like the scalp of LeBron

And the blasé, blasé, blah,

Ain't really never been what you wanted

I've been through fire, boy, Chaka Khan

And you can't really find that shocking now

Good timing on the wrong clock

Yeah, good timing on the wrong clock

We had good timing on the wrong clock

Good timing on the wrong clock