e.z.
Blackbear Lyrics
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I don't need love, instant gratification
Cut, copy, and paste 'til the colors are all faded
I don't mean half the mean shit that I say
It's like how I know you fucked every dude on your summer playlist
Want you to want me for more than vacations and cars that go fast
Mansions, mounds of cocaine, and
Like hotel room temperature, distant and vacant
I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it
'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it
Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it
Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna regret you, I can't give you up
Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way
(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it
'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it
Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it
Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna regret you, I can't give you up
Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way
(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
Put you, put you, put you on the table
Grip the rails, arch your back, show that Holy Grail
Wow, ayy
Put that on the table
Use them nails, scrape my back, scrape and sniff the yayo
Hold up, baby, you are not one to trust, huh?
One of the homies fucked, huh?
You been around, this ain't your first time on the tour bus, huh?
So I just wanna know why you're the only one to die of a drunk text, uh
Prolly 'cause you're the only one that gets me hard during drunk sex, uh
She used two hands, brought a friend to come help
Two G's to myself, two G's for they nose
Two G's on my belt, two G's for these hoes
Two X for my set, two years since I met you
You're in fashion week, in a master suite, on a balcony, I
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna regret you, I can't give you up
Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way
(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
In Blackbear's song "e.z.", the artist is grappling with his emotions and desires in a relationship that he knows is not good for him. He opens up the song by proclaiming that he doesn't need love; he just wants instant gratification. He is willing to cut, copy, and paste his way through the relationship, but he acknowledges that he doesn't always mean the mean things he says. At the same time, however, he is aware that his partner may have engaged in promiscuous behavior in the past and doesn't want to be seen as just another man providing material things in exchange for affection.
As the song progresses, Blackbear admits that he is "filled up with love", but he is afraid to give it away because he has been hurt in the past. He doesn't want someone to take it away from him again. Despite this fear, he admits that he misses his partner and the simple moments they shared. He is conflicted and unsure whether he is just "fucked up" or if it's love that he feels. He wishes that he could forget his partner to make things easier, but he knows it's not that simple.
In the final verse, Blackbear describes a sexual encounter with his partner in explicit detail, but there is a sense of detachment to the lyrics. He questions his partner's trustworthiness and suggests that one of his friends may have also slept with her. He ends the song by reiterating the conflict he feels: he misses his partner but is unsure if it's love, and he wishes he could forget her to ease his pain.
Overall, "e.z." is a complex and honest exploration of a toxic relationship and the emotions that come with it. It touches on themes of love, regret, and pain, and does not shy away from the gritty realities of sex, drugs, and infidelity.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't need love, instant gratification
I don't want love, I just want immediate pleasure and satisfaction
Cut, copy, and paste 'til the colors are all faded
I keep duplicating and editing until it loses its original meaning
I don't mean half the mean shit that I say
I say cruel things, but I don't actually mean them
It's like how I know you fucked every dude on your summer playlist
I know you've slept with all the guys in your playlist that you listen to in the summer
Want you to want me for more than vacations and cars that go fast
I want you to desire me for more than just trips and fast cars
Mansions, mounds of cocaine, and
I have luxurious mansions and a lot of cocaine, but it doesn't make me happy
What's inside my heart is often mistaken
People misunderstand what's in my heart and in my mind
Like hotel room temperature, distant and vacant
I feel distant and empty like the temperature in a hotel room
I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it
I have a lot of love inside me, I don't want anyone to take it away
'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it
I've been hurt since the last time I gave my love away
Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it
Don't say you love me if you don't really mean it
Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
Don't ask me who hurt me because the answer changes all the time
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
I miss having sex with you on the couch, it wasn't anything special
Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
I miss bringing you to meet me every week
Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I'm not sure if my feelings are messed up or if it's really love
I wanna regret you, I can't give you up
I want to regret being with you, but I can't seem to let you go
Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I'm emotionally damaged, but I'm starting to think it's love
I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way
I want to forget about you, it would be easier for me to move on
(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
It's easier to forget about you and move on, I keep telling myself that
Put you, put you, put you on the table
I want to have sex with you on the table
Grip the rails, arch your back, show that Holy Grail
Hold onto the rails, arch your back, show me your private parts
Put that on the table
Keep your body parts on the table
Use them nails, scrape my back, scrape and sniff the yayo
Use your nails and scratch my back, while doing drugs
Hold up, baby, you are not one to trust, huh?
I can't trust you, can I?
One of the homies fucked, huh?
Did one of my friends have sex with you?
You been around, this ain't your first time on the tour bus, huh?
You've been with other guys before, it's not your first time on my tour bus
So I just wanna know why you're the only one to die of a drunk text, uh
I'm curious why you're the only one who responded negatively to my drunk text
Prolly 'cause you're the only one that gets me hard during drunk sex, uh
Maybe it's because you're the only one who makes me aroused during drunk sex
She used two hands, brought a friend to come help
She used both hands, and brought a friend to join us
Two G's to myself, two G's for they nose
I have two grams of drugs for myself, and two grams for them to sniff
Two G's on my belt, two G's for these hoes
I have two grams of drugs on my belt, and two grams for these girls
Two X for my set, two years since I met you
I have two X pills for my group, and it's been two years since I first met you
You're in fashion week, in a master suite, on a balcony, I
You're attending fashion week in a great suite with a balcony, and I'm not there with you
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Eric Conley, Jason G. York, Jesse Wilson, Matthew Tyler Musto, Richard Colson Baker
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@victorconk4741
I don't need love, instant gratification
Cut, copy, and paste 'til the colors are all faded
I don't mean half the mean shit that I say
It's like how I know you fucked every dude on your summer playlist
Want you to want me for more than vacations and cars that go fast
Mansions, mounds of cocaine, and
What's inside my heart is often mistaken
Like hotel room temperature, distant and vacant
I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it
'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it
Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it
Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna regret you, I can't give you up
Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way
(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it
'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it
Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it
Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna regret you, I can't give you up
Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way
(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
Put you, put you, put you on the table
Grip the rails, arch your back, show that Holy Grail
Wow, ayy
Put that on the table
Use them nails, scrape my back, scrape and sniff the yayo
Hold up, baby, you are not one to trust, huh?
One of the homies fucked, huh?
You been around, this ain't your first time on the tour bus, huh?
So I just wanna know why you're the only one to die of a drunk text, uh
Prolly 'cause you're the only one that gets me hard during drunk sex, uh
She used two hands, brought a friend to come help
Two G's to myself, two G's for they nose
Two G's on my belt, two G's for these hoes
Two X for my set, two years since I met you
You're in fashion week, in a master suite, on a balcony, I –
Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic
Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna regret you, I can't give you up
Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love
I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way
(It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh
@abdurrehmanmujtaba6707
Come on give blackbear some credit,boy just went dope this year <3
@jay420rad
"Dont tell me you love me, dont say it to say it, dont ask me who hurt me csuse the story keeps changin'"
This song..is lifeee..goosebumps..ahh
@saralee7284
i love the way he says Bear Trap in the beginning :)))
@Kanks2
Every song on this album with that intro was a straight bop
@gavynsawyer813
+James Clyde I fucking agree
@6ftergIows
Same! 🥴
@playboyparker
i love how blackbear roasts someone in like every song
@UnknownUser-cm6kx
RaZe Trident I love how you roast your dad in every thong.
@esaisosa3069
Whats his best song?
@itskristy8361
Oml swear bruh