[Intro: Amindi, Lavi Kou]
I can tell that your friends they all
Oh you can tell
But you need me so you stay the same
But we can work it out
We’re both trouble
Cause I miss you too much
Your distraction
Oh oh

[Verse]
Friends with people on the street
I fuck you outta the bed sheets
Playing Nirvana Records at own your collection, listening to R&B
I think I’m in love but you’re a prototype
Maybe finally got my boys alike
But it’s cool because you’re my type
I rather be with you any night
And waking up with my arm numb
In my car with your hair all fucked up
Round one in the cooler in the trunk and a paused movie
And some bruises by your necklace that I bought you for 99 cents
Now, your neck’s all discolored from the hickeys and fake sliver
But it’s cool because we have each other
Even if we’re broke as fuck
We been hanging out all summer
Fuck the payment for the month
But I know you don’t care too much
Maybe it’s a bad day
Or maybe it’s just us
But maybe you could still be my bad thing