I Don't Wanna (feat. 3 A.M.)

I don't wanna share I'm stingy I just want you for myself Yeah, yeah Girl I don't wanna share I don't want you out with no one else No one else I don't wanna share No I don't wanna share I'm stingy I just want you for myself Yeah, I don't wanna share This sure is crazy This sure is crazy Be sure to hate me To possessive but there's the exit Walk away I'll let you go And the rest unfolds Throw aways to be disposed While you weep tears to snow On my frozen over shoulder Call me back when hits October Then again never mind It was me pleading for your time Love and affection When we lost connection Was it zero investment? A hero you expected I can hulk out just to smash Forget about that Cuz I'm losing my grasp Blurring lines every time What a surprise When I open my eyes Fucking lies to myself Creating this hell Pretty much now Still trying to figure this out Mystery mystery mystery It can be so confusing A beating till I'm bruising Bottling up like I'm back to boozing Boiled over the Threshold And The Hardest part is to let go Till my screams no longer echo Now let me explain What is On my brain Selfish thoughts Didn't care unless she watch A love once lost And I paid this cost So in response I made these songs To let her know I don't wanna share I'm stingy I just want you for myself Yeah, yeah Girl I don't wanna share I don't want you out with no one else No one else I don't wanna share No I don't wanna share I'm stingy I just want you for myself Yeah, I don't wanna share You want guarantees, for your excessive needs Always watching from your head to knees And before he leaves, it's not without a please Cause when he's back, it's a shopping spree But you can't blame her, for every single tussle And then forget, when your belt unbuckle Seems less like a gf, and more like a struggle Holding onto feelings, till that shits bloody knuckles Ohhhh Can we ignore less and talk more Been through most, we too close Got no time for dense hoes Thats facts tho I don't wanna lose you and I hope that its Vice versa We both got dirt, both go low, but why would I go and hurt ya See Ya man got class,and your man go hard, sees this sluts and my shit goes soft And it's not that that I'm loyal, these girls pretty hot It's just that I'm scared of my chub falling off So tell why the most simple shit, always gottta be a strain I don't want her, tits to big, and she got more chest than brain But I'm chilling Not stingy from insecurities I see these words as a breathe of air And your gonna need more to hurt me So Cuffed or not, raise ya glass, and keep it in rotation See you like I see The Vision, 20 20 no lasik