Angles

[Intro] Yeah Look— [Chorus] She don't need angles, angles need her Whole room froze when she leaned in the mirror I said, “You dangerous,” she said, “Say it clearer” Then pulled me close like, “Say it right here” She don't do too much, that's the scary part White tee, no makeup, still breakin' hearts If looks could kill, I'm good with the charge She don't need angles, angles need her [Verse 1] Walked in late like the time worked for her Phone on DND, don't nobody disturb her Nails short, gold rings, hair still damp Smell like expensive shit I can't pronounce And she know she bad, but she don't announce it That's what make every other girl loud around her I caught her lookin', she caught me catchin' Held that shit two seconds longer than average Okay, message received She got that "come here" mixed with "don't touch me" That "I could ruin your week if you're lucky" She said, "You always this sure of yourself?" I said, "Nah, you just make confidence look healthy" She laughed, leaned back, crossed both legs Little tattoo peekin' out by the edge I forgot whatever cool shit I was gon' say So I told her— [Chorus] She don't need angles, angles need her Whole room froze when she leaned in the mirror I said, “You dangerous,” she said, “Say it clearer” Then pulled me close like, “Say it right here” She don't do too much, that's the scary part White tee, no makeup, still breakin' hearts If looks could kill, I'm good with the charge She don't need angles, angles need her [Verse 2] She got a body make a dress look borrowed Type to fuck up tonight and look better tomorrow Passenger seat with her feet on the dash My hand on her thigh, she keep movin' it back Like, "Boy, behave" With a face that clearly don't mean what it say She play innocent in that dangerous way Then move like she already know I’m gon’ cave Goddamn She got hips like punctuation Every time she walk, that's an exclamation No caption needed, no explanation She post one picture, ruin three relationships And I like mine a little complicated Pretty with a mouth that'll get us hated We don't gotta call this shit what it is Long as when I pull up, you still let me in She said, "Maybe" That's girl-language for "come and get me" Windows fogged, playlist low She know every word but pretend she don't [Bridge] And I swear she get finer when she's half annoyed Hair tied up, makin' all that noise Tellin' me, "You're so fuckin' full of yourself" While she pullin' me closer like she got no choice That's my favorite contradiction Sweet face, bad intentions She could wear my old shirt to dinner Still make everybody else look overdressed in it [Final Chorus] She don't need angles, angles need her Whole room froze when she leaned in the mirror I said, “You dangerous,” she said, “Say it clearer” Then pulled me close like, “Say it right here” She don't do too much, that's the scary part White tee, no makeup, still breakin' hearts If looks could kill, I'm good with the charge She don't need angles— Angles need her [Outro] Yeah That's different You don't take good pictures Pictures take good you Fuck.