​dump me in a hurst

[Verse]
I'm really bad at talking, bitch, you know I do not flirt
Just tell me how you really feel just make me fucking hurt
Don't pull no fucking punches, please just dump me in a Hurst
I'm ready for the sorrow, yeah, I think I might be cursed
But maybe that's the problem, I'm just too ready to lose
I barely love myself, but I think I might love you
At this rate it is hopeless, life alone is what I choose
Just stomp me fucking out, any room under those shoes
You need those bands to make her dance
Bands to drop her pants, bands to see those yams
Bands to see her fans, bands to break her dam
Bands to make those plans, fucking bands to hold her hand
I don't got a fucking chance
Maybe they don't like me 'cause the pockets full of dirt
I really cannot help it I just spent it on a shirt
I'm sorry, but you know I see those crazy fucking curves
But that shit does not matter, if you get up on my nerves
I'm really bad at talking, bitch, you know I do not flirt
Just tell me how you really feel, just make me fucking hurt
Don't pull no fucking punches, please just dump me in a Hurst
I'm ready for the sorrow, yeah, I think I might be cursed