GDP - Friends That f** lyrics

[GDP] Nothing but trouble in these streets I'm drunk at 10 AM and I got nowhere to be And there's a stranger in my bed And I'm sending you a text Of how I'm missing you to d**h And you're wishing me the best But I don't wanna be another existential starving artist I want to lay my head on your chest at your apartment It's late August and it's never felt colder And I know that you were drunk and didn't want to say it's over So you held me close as I kissed your neck and rubbed your shoulder Left the show without saying a word and I felt older It was a mistake but we had s** anyways And I even left the lights on to gaze into your pretty face I s**ed your titty through your bra And then your drawers And we started off But you ain't really want that so I took that walk Came back and you were ready for more And I saw you lying there you said "f** me. f** me" She said "f** me" And whispered in my ear like "f** me. f** me." She said "f** me" *So I'm like* f** me with everything you got Before I leave you here to rot And this bed is like a plot And your head is like a box so Get on top Get it however you want But if we do it just this once I might ever let you stop So give me with everything you got Before I leave you here to rot And this bed is like a plot And your head is like a box so Get on top lover it hurts to much to watch You told me you would always be mine but you forgot What's on your mind baby I'm on the grind lately You hung me out to try and found some guy to replace me I hope he's everything I wasn't and you love him And you make collages out of cut up magazines and f** him He pokes you how you like You'll ask him if it's tight Avoid eye contact as you moan into the night Your friends will say he's mister right, I was just a stretch mark You'll never have to tell them about some guy you knew from West Orange I try to harness but I just get so wound up Reading through old letters that I found love So how come I don't know how to act when I see you out in public I lose my stomach when I think of sweet nothings You would whisper in my ear when I was cumming [Outro: GDP] You found someone else, said you can't love me if you don't love yourself You said I'm nothing but trouble but you're drunk as hell And I love it when you yell, f** me