I Hate Us

Someone will love you, same way I wanted to You know the usual, we got too comfortable You love walks I know that much and you love different color socks You love touch You love to f*ck, and you smoke bud but don't do drugs You love talk, I hate the blogs I'd rather let you monologue You love cash, you love to shop Know the vibes, I know what's up Love your style and your demeanor You walk like you're the queen of Wherever they found you at, you'd knock out insomniacs! I love that you'd decide to tie your pride to mine but no offense 'Cause I love peace but here we go again, the same 'ole argument I still hate how you think of love Your jealousy could eat you up Hate that I just make you crazy, with the way I think of love And I hate... us... I hate us Dust to dust Ain't no trust I'm disgusted What the f*ck? Is what it is Is what it was, I hate us But, I loved you Someone will love you, same way I wanted to You know the usual, we got too comfortable Alright I hated us but that don't mean that I would leave, you shouldn't either Was thinking we could work together here, like a feature You was eager way back when, now you thinking I'll deceive or something 'Cause men ain't good for nothing, right? My confidence is tumbling Living in fear most of my life as I was chasing love I chase this money knowing damn well I can't make enough Working these hours and it's hot feel like a slave or something Even I know this was my fault and that's saying something I still hate how you think of love Your jealousy could eat you up Hate that I just make you crazy, with the way I think of love And I hate... us... I hate us Dust to dust Ain't no trust I'm disgusted What the f*ck? Is what it is Is what it was, I hate us But, I loved you Someone will love you, same way I wanted to You know the usual, we got too comfortable Call me egotistic asshole I know I'm a narcissist But I been moving kind of different call me caution in the wind You can call me anything you want I still called you my only friend Our echos good on Thursday but silenced by The Weeknd What's a poet with no pen Or Lois Lane no Clark kent? I ain't write another metaphor, but you get the hint Every time you go I try to make your thought irrelevant But you'll be back again to haunt me in the present tense, shit Someone will love you, same way I wanted to You know the usual, we got too comfortable Someone will love you, same way I wanted to You know the usual, we got too comfortable