Em              G
Just your neck, just your couch
       Am              G
And my perfume, and my beloved
       Em              Am
And my breasts, and my beloved
       G
And my love


[Verse 1]
          Em
Yeah, I'm drowning in my own genius, that's what I'd like to think
Am
That's the attitude I've taken on these type of things
Em
A man can never own a woman, he just thinks he does
Am
Add it to the list of the dirty shit I'm thinking up
Em
Just tryna lighten up your mood, but you prefer it dark
Am
Soften all of the places up that were hard
Em
Put a couple of my kisses on your birthmarks
Am
I think you're hiding who you are and that's the worst part
Em
I never wanted to own you, just your neck
Am
Just your good moods, just your two breasts
Am
Just the good parts of you and your perfume, baby
Em
Don't ask the sun to shine more like the moon, baby


[Chorus]
          Em
Just your neck, just my couch
          Am              G
Just your perfume, and my beloved
         Em
And your wrists, just my couch
       G
And my love


[Verse 2]
     Em
Yeah, I was just seeing double, you look like extra trouble

But I can see right through you like vodka, sneaking subtle
Am
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
Em
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
Am
But looks could be deceiving, maybe you never see me

Maybe this all just is a movie and it's just a screening
Em
Maybe you wanted me and I don't want you anymore

Maybe I fall in love with everything I should ignore


[Chorus]
          Em
Just your neck, just my couch
          Am              G
Just your perfume, and my beloved
         Em
And your wrists, just my couch
       G
And my love


[Verse 3]
      Em
Yeah, maybe it's today, maybe it's tomorrow

I'm really tryna change, I'm just feeling hollow
Am
Some were made to lead, some were made to follow

I'm all up on Raya, tryna fuck a model
Em
Because thinking 'bout you with him made me sick

I should really beat his ass, but instead, I took your shit
Am
You always coming at me with some kind of weakness

I don't need your secrets, I don't need your deep shit
Em
All I really need is


[Chorus]
          Em
Just your neck, just my couch
          Am              G
Just your perfume, and my beloved
         Em
And your wrists, just my couch
       G
And my love