I'M Trouble

Shawty got a dump truck, she got me love-struck
Says I'm no good, but she still hits me up
Eyes like a crime scene, lips like a spell
Told me I'm a habit she knows too well

No, I'm not the type you take home
I'm the one you call when you're all alone
You're no saint, and I said true
But girl

I'm not your hero, I'm the vice you need
Your guilty pleasure, your favorite greed
You want safe, but you call me instead
You love the chaos, not the quiet in your head

She said I'm trouble, I said she's right
Still she let me in, middle of the night
She loves a red flag, loves that thrill
Can't fight the way I make her feel
Call me poison, but she wants that bite
She said I'm trouble, but I'm her type

Pulled up late in an all-black fit
Said she hate me, but she can't quit
I'm the plot twist in her clean-cut script
The sweet mistake she won't ever fix

Heartbreaker, smooth operator
Midnight sin with a cherry flavor
She said this ain't love, and I said right
Then kissed her neck and dimmed the light

I'm not your hero, I'm the vice you need
Your guilty pleasure, your favorite greed
You want safe, but you call me instead
You love the chaos, not the quiet in your head

She said I'm trouble, I said she's right
Still she let me in, middle of the night
She loves a red flag, loves that thrill
Can't fight the way I make her feel
Call me poison, but she wants that bite
She said I'm trouble, but I'm her type