Climb on Top - Russ

Climb on top, feels like we’re on drugs

You say it’s that dope, I just call it loving

Then I climb on top, fuck you like you need

Me on top is cool but I really want you on top of me

We fuck and we fight but not in that order

I love you tonight, I hate you by morning

These drugs on the table got me talking too much

You getting offended, not giving two fucks

Dirty hotel, you call it ‘The Trap'

I’m not gonna front, I’m still coming back

Short tempers, long distance, so we fuck through the phone like it’s prison (so

we fuck through the phone like it’s prison)

Climb on top, feels like we’re on drugs

You say it’s that dope, I just call it loving

Then I climb on top, fuck you like you need

Me on top is cool but I really want you on top of me

We living in hell, I was showing you heaven

You are far from an angel and close to a blessing

You went up to Michigan sucking some dick again

Swimmin' in bottles and blunts and lies

Your life jacket was my sympathy, my naivety

And now you dying drowning, you try to bring me down, too

You were barely floating when I found you

Paddle quick, paddle quick, paddle quick

I be grabbing billions you be grabbing dicks

What’s up, you were lying, your looks like a hoe

And you ain’t gonna ever, ever, ever again

Climb on top, feels like we’re on drugs

You say it’s that dope, I just call it loving

Then I climb on top, fuck you like you need

Me on top is cool but I really want you on top of me

And you might be thinking that you might have got me

Oh, but don’t you ever, for a second, think I didn’t see

I just knew that you couldn’t hurt me

Maybe I was a little too color blind, fuck it