"claymore" lyrics

Make sure you don't hold back, hold back, on me (On me, on me)
Had to watch you want back, want back, want me
You let it be known, only room for admission this time (This time)
But it still ain't that different this time
Say you still in the club (Say you won't)
Won't fuck with a scrub (Don't matter)
Who he is, who he was (Don't matter)
What he drive, what he does (Don't matter)
Hm, won't treat you bad till you act good
Hm, I might stay longer than I should, should
You send me stills from your Macbook
I need you [?]

Tryna spend on you but I make this shit back (Back, back)
I got one too many texts saved in my drafts (Drafts, girl)
I'll admit that I don't care [?]
Is it blind faith (Blind faith) Or the right thing? (Right thing)
Drunk sex, let's have drunk sex
Girl, you front page pretty and that's something
Oh, can we talk, can we talk?
This ain't worth anymore

Make sure you don't hold back, hold back, on me (On me, on me)
Had to watch you want back, want back, want me
You let it be known, only room for admission this time (This time)
But it still ain't that different this time
Say you still in the club (Say you won't)
Won't fuck with a scrub (Don't matter)
Who he is, who he was (Don't matter)
What he drive, what he does (Don't matter)
Hm, won't treat you bad till you act good, hm
I might stay longer than I should, should
You send me stills from your Macbook
I need you [?]