My Beloved

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    Just your look, just your companions
    Just your kiss, just your cheeks
    Just your neck, just your couch
    And my perfume, and my beloved
    And my wrists, 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 needs, 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

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    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 is just a movie and it's just a screening
    Maybe you wanted me and I don't want you anymore
    Maybe I've fallen 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
    Someone made to lead, someone made to follow
    I'm all up on [?] 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 come 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
    And my love

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    Composición: Mike Posner y Blackbear

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