paroles de chanson I Hate Us - Taekai Elijah

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 fuck, 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 fuck?
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 fuck?
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