This is a song about "I love to have sex"

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I call heads, but i get sex/

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

We fight then we have make up sex

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

I love u so much i guess u have other plans

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Jus wanna feel the love that i use to have,

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

To have your love ill do nothing but fight,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Have i yet to figure out that love is a mess