Thin Line 2

[Verse 1]
You say you love me, then you talk like a hater
Got my name in your mouth, taste it like a chaser
Hands on my waist, but your eyes on your phone
Why the fuck you call it ours if I’m in this alone
We fight in your car, fog on the window
You bite on my neck till my pulse say “let go”
You swear you’re an angel, I’m staring at a liar
You put your hands on my body like you’re playing with fire (yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s a thin line, baby, between love and hate
One minute I’m yours, next I hope you’re too late
You say “I need you,” I say “get the fuck out”
But I’m still pulling you in with your hand on my mouth
It’s a thin line, baby, and we crossing it twice
You killing me slow, then you calling it “life”
You say “I love you,” I say “bitch, prove it”
If this ain’t toxic, then what the fuck is it
[Verse 2]
You like me crazy, I like you obsessed
You fuck up my makeup, I fuck up your head
You scream that you hate me, I’m riding your face
You talk all that shit, then you beg for a taste
2 a.m. texts, “where you at?”—you know
Lipstick on your skin, on your ego
You slam the door hard, I lock it from inside
You say you’re gonna leave, I laugh and tell you, “try” (come on)
[Chorus]
It’s a thin line, baby, between love and hate
One minute I’m yours, next I hope you’re too late
You say “I need you,” I say “get the fuck out”
But I’m still pulling you in with your hand on my mouth
It’s a thin line, baby, and we crossing it twice
You killing me slow, then you calling it “life”
You say “I love you,” I say “bitch, prove it”
If this ain’t toxic, then what the fuck is it
[Bridge]
You break me, then you fix me with your tongue on my scars
You’re the worst fucking thing that feels better than God
I’m the best damn mistake that you pray you don’t lose
We both drunk on the hurt, but we like how it bruises (yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s a thin line, baby, between love and hate
One minute I’m yours, next I hope you’re too late
You say “I need you,” I say “get the fuck out”
But I’m still pulling you in with your hand on my mouth
It’s a thin line, baby, and we crossing it twice
You killing me slow, then you calling it “life”
You say “I love you,” I say “bitch, prove it”
If this ain’t toxic, then what the fuck is it

rap, Trap-soul R&B with female vocals, woozy late-night synths and heavy, distorted 808s locking with crisp hats. Verses sit low and intimate, half-sung half-rapped, with tight reverb and subtle octave doubles. Hypnotic hook explodes with stacked harmonies and a droning vocal sample tucked under. Occasional chopped-and-stuttered ad-libs for reckless energy; arrangement rides a slow burn that peaks on the last hook, then cuts to a bare vocal outro., r&b, female vocals, soul, hypnotic