Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Beloved, artist - Mansionz. Album song Mansionz, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bear Trap
Song language: English
My Beloved |
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 |
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 |
Just your neck, just my couch |
Just your perfume, and my beloved |
And your wrists, just my couch |
And my love |
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 |
Just your neck, just my couch |
Just your perfume, and my beloved |
And your wrists, just my couch |
And my love |
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 |
Just your neck, just my couch |
Just your perfume, and my beloved |
And your wrists, just my couch |
And my love |