I don't want to work
I just want to sleep
I couldn't pass a test, even if I cheat
I don't want to have to please your ass
So if you going to play hard, then grab your things
There's the door, you can leave
Now I'm single
I need a woman to mingle
I like your tongue on my neck
I like the way that shit tingle
But you scare me
You're like a cake with no sprinkles
And you kind of give me vibes, like babies with wrinkles
I'm like the guy from the scary movies
The guy that gets killed way before the groupies
You said your heart is gold, so I guess I'm the goonies
Woah woah woah woah woah yeah
I'm not a flirt, I'm not a lover
You said I make you squirt
Just like a gusher
And please stop talking
You sound like the others
And don't call me daddy, till I f*ck your mother
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I don't really like you
I don't really love you
I just want to kiss you, hold you and f*ck you
I don't like the way you talk
And I don't like your attitude
But can I take you out to eat, maybe in the afternoon
You can be my tartar sauce, and I can be your barbecue
You can be my secret stash, something like some garden tools
And you smelling hella fine, cuz you got that cheap perfume
Put you on the kitchen counter
New position, tablespoon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Nah
I want your love, don't want your heart
You want my life, you want my cars
Fly you to the Turks, fly you to Bahamas
What I tell you earlier, now I'll take your momma
Now I'll take my clothes back, now I want a new girl
Can I get a refund, please be a schoolgirl
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
So moral of the story, I love a lot of women
But they cost a lot of money, even with no children
So I might go pull a loan, probably for a million
Then might go buy a house
For all my dog, and all my kittens
Noah Taliferro - Conflicted Lyrics
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I don't want to work
I just want to sleep
I couldn't pass a test, even if I cheat
I don't want to have to please your ass
So if you going to play hard, then grab your things
There's the door, you can leave
Now I'm single
I need a woman to mingle
I like your tongue on my neck
I like the way that shit tingle
But you scare me
You're like a cake with no sprinkles
And you kind of give me vibes, like babies with wrinkles
I'm like the guy from the scary movies
The guy that gets killed way before the groupies
You said your heart is gold, so I guess I'm the goonies
Woah woah woah woah woah yeah
I'm not a flirt, I'm not a lover
You said I make you squirt
Just like a gusher
And please stop talking
You sound like the others
And don't call me daddy, till I f*ck your mother
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I don't really like you
I don't really love you
I just want to kiss you, hold you and f*ck you
I don't like the way you talk
And I don't like your attitude
But can I take you out to eat, maybe in the afternoon
You can be my tartar sauce, and I can be your barbecue
You can be my secret stash, something like some garden tools
And you smelling hella fine, cuz you got that cheap perfume
Put you on the kitchen counter
New position, tablespoon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Nah
I want your love, don't want your heart
You want my life, you want my cars
Fly you to the Turks, fly you to Bahamas
What I tell you earlier, now I'll take your momma
Now I'll take my clothes back, now I want a new girl
Can I get a refund, please be a schoolgirl
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
So moral of the story, I love a lot of women
But they cost a lot of money, even with no children
So I might go pull a loan, probably for a million
Then might go buy a house
For all my dog, and all my kittens
I just want to sleep
I couldn't pass a test, even if I cheat
I don't want to have to please your ass
So if you going to play hard, then grab your things
There's the door, you can leave
Now I'm single
I need a woman to mingle
I like your tongue on my neck
I like the way that shit tingle
But you scare me
You're like a cake with no sprinkles
And you kind of give me vibes, like babies with wrinkles
I'm like the guy from the scary movies
The guy that gets killed way before the groupies
You said your heart is gold, so I guess I'm the goonies
Woah woah woah woah woah yeah
I'm not a flirt, I'm not a lover
You said I make you squirt
Just like a gusher
And please stop talking
You sound like the others
And don't call me daddy, till I f*ck your mother
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I don't really like you
I don't really love you
I just want to kiss you, hold you and f*ck you
I don't like the way you talk
And I don't like your attitude
But can I take you out to eat, maybe in the afternoon
You can be my tartar sauce, and I can be your barbecue
You can be my secret stash, something like some garden tools
And you smelling hella fine, cuz you got that cheap perfume
Put you on the kitchen counter
New position, tablespoon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Nah
I want your love, don't want your heart
You want my life, you want my cars
Fly you to the Turks, fly you to Bahamas
What I tell you earlier, now I'll take your momma
Now I'll take my clothes back, now I want a new girl
Can I get a refund, please be a schoolgirl
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
I feel so conflicted
I don't know what love is
I don't know what I'm missing but
Right now, I'm still conflicted
So moral of the story, I love a lot of women
But they cost a lot of money, even with no children
So I might go pull a loan, probably for a million
Then might go buy a house
For all my dog, and all my kittens
Writer: Noah Spaulding
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