My Beloved

[Intro]

Just your flock, just your companians

Just your kids, just your cheeks

Just your neck, just your couch

And my perfume, and my beloved

And my breasts, and my beloved

And my love

[Verse 1: Mike Posner]

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 moods, 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

[Chorus: blackbear]

Just your neck, just my couch

Just your perfume, and my beloved

And your wrists, just my couch

And my love

[Verse 2: blackbear]

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 just is a movie and it's just a screening

Maybe you wanted me and I don't want you anymore

Maybe I fall in love with everything I should ignore

[Chorus: blackbear]

Just your neck, just my couch

Just your perfume, and my beloved

And your wrists, just my couch

And my love

[Verse 3: blackbear]

Yeah, maybe it's today, maybe it's tomorrow

I'm really tryna change, I'm just feeling hollow

Some were made to lead, some were made to follow

I'm all up on Raya, 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 coming 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

[Chorus: blackbear]

Just your neck, just my couch

Just your perfume, and my beloved

And your wrists, just my couch

And my love