Physical

[Verse 1]

You can take your emotions and stick ‘em up your ass and let ‘em rip

A BeyBlade spinning out control with no censorship

The cycle gets repetitive

Senseless repeated sentences, forgotten all my sentiments

I’m such a pessimist my blood type is B negative

Anesthetics and sedatives… heart pains, enough bruises

She stuck her hand in my chest tryna clutch fluid

Told her I can’t feel yo love cuz I’m numb to it

Only thing I can feel is my own music

She can see it I’m conceited its convenient cuz she insecure

For sure I’m gettin dome or I can beat it

Seeded, nutted see its nothin but a game to beat and fuck it

Fuck it beat it ‘fo she come and cuddle

Hug and say she love you love me

[Hook]

Kiss me under mistletoe

Blow me like a whistle go

Love me like you miss me tho

Accept me cuz I’m difficult

Remember it's just physical, remember it's just physical oh

Don’t get it twisted baby, listen baby

You ain't the one you just a digit lady