Witt Lowry - Used To You lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Yeah it really doesn't make sense

We just met, ya tested my heart

But ya could be the one to heal or tear it apart

I don't know who ya are, honestly I see ya settin' the bar

Smart girl and me wanna be star

And I've been questionin' luv & if I'll eva connect

Wait for yo text and it'll neva come, it's onto the next

What should I expect? Ya deserve a ring and a cheque

I'm a broke fucking rapper who complains about his ex

And with that ass and with that rack girl

Ya know that they want it

They really neva had to work, cause it easy to flaunt it

Ya got to finger in the middle and I'm wrapped up on it

Ya wantin' mo' than blackin' out and wakin' up yo vomit

And if I, if I had the chance to show ya

Show ya how it feels with sumeone who wants to get to know ya

Show ya how it feels when ya forget about the old ya

Show ya that you're worthless, except no ones eva told ya

Girl ya worth that shit, ya and yo girls are in the club

Yellin' 'Twerk that shit'

You're in the back seat yellin' pass the purp back quick

So ya would neva choose me ova yo purse bag, shit

So every night is the same

A lil black dress and makeup, just to cova the pain

A girl in a world of people neva usin' their brain

Every night you're askin' why ain't did it again

And again nothin' to gain' in a world full of empty

Fake luv, sum' drugs and a bottle that's empty

And that's around the time that ya met me

A body to tempt me, I probably shouldn't touch, but ya let me

You'll probably forget me, cause to ya it's one mo' pawn

What is luv when the time is wrong?

Ya want to do it, left the hall lights on

In yo palm was a young icon and you're gone

(Hook)

But I could get used to ya, I could probably get used to ya

I could get used to ya, used to ya, used to ya

We could waste all our time, anythin' to keep ya off my mind

If I lose myself tonight, myself tonight with ya

(Verse 2)

I know you're feelin' like no one with eva relate

Ya had yo best friends, yo best friends turned fake

Ya're used to havin' nothin' mo' to spend in yo bank

No gas in the tank, ya think about yo ex when ya drank

See well I don't know yo story so I'm neva to judge

I know that ya got feelings ya swept under the rug

Yo dad luvd to drink, ya think it runs in yo blood

Yo mom and dad couldn't make it so ya gave up on luv

Neva seen what it was, neva had nobody to ask

So ya gave it to any guy who wasn't chasin' that ass

The facts are the facts, I've been never wantin' to look back

But everythin' I see with ya is everything that I lack

I lack knowin' what ya mean when ya say 'Livin' it up'

I lack knowin' if there eva could have eva been us

I lack dealin' with pain, I'm usin' ya as a crutch

Like why the fuck I write a song about a one night crush

A temporary connection, perfect is only perception

Could be a curse or a blessin', I guess I'm learnin' my lesson

I guess I'm trying to find sum' luv inside a one night session

Numb the pain with affection, but see you're turnin' me on

Ya left the hall lights on

In yo palm was a young icon and you're gone

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Ya see I seem to always do this, I focus on ya

A pretty girl and I'm out around a quarter to 2

I got this hole in my chest, so I try to fill it with ya

I'm spilling the truth, I just want to forget for a few

And if ya really listen, this is mo' than a lyric

I'm hoping ya hear it, I open my spirit and let ya in

I'm battling sin, wondering if I eva will win

To ya I'm just anotha guy referring Tommy as him

And him, him and him like we're one in the same

But I promise ya not one of ya is sharin' my brain

And I know if ya could feel a thing u'd be feelin' my pain

I was rappin' fo' 4 minutes, what the fuck am I sayin'?

This whole song is a bluff

Paint a picture of a girl from a bar like a slut

Like she drank too much, like she let me touch

But ya don't hear me talk about me, man that shits too tough

What? The same bar, the same club looking for sum' fake luv

Focused on attention, attention is just a fake drug

I focus on a girl so I don't focus on my pay stub

I focus on the fact that my sister won't seem to wake up

We make up a generation and chasin' nothin' is vapor

Her picture up on yo phone

You're like 'Homie how would ya rate her?'

Her data is what ya favor, decidin' is ya would date her

I'm sick of bein' a waiter while destined for sumethin' greater

That's real

(Hook x2)