My Technique

Come over to my bed baby
Wondering why do I even love you
All the times that you told me I don't fuck witchu
It's really hurts not tryna focus on that tho
Trying to perform, but you stole my show tho
Now I got a quick question for you
Why do I give you Red when you wanting me to give you Blue
It's like you thinking what i'm saying really not true
But I have changed a lot, I say that
You can't see my technique
Yelling at me, but you wanna come at night and creep
You always yelling out making my neighbors irritated
Slamming the door, you catch a Uber home
On the phone trying not to rome alone
But this world ain't pretty or perfect
Still tryna figure out are you worth it

Stay focused
Gotta grind hard for something that want
Baby don't front, I just wanna make love to you all night
Yeah
That's my technique, yeah
Stay focused
Gotta grind hard for something that want
Baby don't front, I just wanna make love to you all night
Yeah
That's my technique, yeah

Gotta grind, it's making me so mad, (oh yea)
You was the one, you was the one
That wasn't committed
You don't even wanna see your face again
You probably thought I forgot you was sleeping wit' my bestfriend
The one till the end, my ride or die
The one since 1st grade ended
But I still, yeah
Make sure your always eating
Make sure that your always well dressed
Girl i' so ashamed of me, oh
Girl slow it down
You will never have real love like this before
Eating my private food, looking for a scripture
Still ain't passed John and Mary in a house of Jesus