twisted
You got me fucked up
You got me twisted
Changing your mind on me
Based off opinions
You got me fucked up
But can't say it to my face
I guess you can't communicate
I guess you couldn't trust my place
I guess you couldn't take my word for it
I guess all the people that you listen to
In your mind must be worth more
I guess that you see me like she do
Even though I thought you knew the real truth
How the fuck I'm ever gon feel you?
If you don't even tell me how you feel boo?
You got me fucked up
You got me twisted
Changing your mind on me
Based off opinions
You got me fucked up
But can't say it to my face
I guess you can't communicate
You know ida showed up for you rain or shine
But now every time I see you I just pay no mind
Think what you want my mama raised me right
I ain't got nothin to prove you can't dim my light
In the time it would take just to tell you what's real
I could do a whole lot I could make a couple 100 dollar bills
In the time it would take just to show you
I'm reminded that I don't know you
You got me fucked up
You got me twisted
Changing your mind on me
Based off opinions
You got me fucked up
But can't say it to my face
I guess you can't communicate
You got me twisted
Changing your mind on me
Based off opinions
You got me fucked up
But can't say it to my face
I guess you can't communicate
I guess you couldn't trust my place
I guess you couldn't take my word for it
I guess all the people that you listen to
In your mind must be worth more
I guess that you see me like she do
Even though I thought you knew the real truth
How the fuck I'm ever gon feel you?
If you don't even tell me how you feel boo?
You got me fucked up
You got me twisted
Changing your mind on me
Based off opinions
You got me fucked up
But can't say it to my face
I guess you can't communicate
You know ida showed up for you rain or shine
But now every time I see you I just pay no mind
Think what you want my mama raised me right
I ain't got nothin to prove you can't dim my light
In the time it would take just to tell you what's real
I could do a whole lot I could make a couple 100 dollar bills
In the time it would take just to show you
I'm reminded that I don't know you
You got me fucked up
You got me twisted
Changing your mind on me
Based off opinions
You got me fucked up
But can't say it to my face
I guess you can't communicate
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Writer(s): Isaiah Mostafa
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