Natasha Boy you know I love you, but this is getting crazy Told ya the last time I'ma gon let ya ass play me I'm heading for the door and the thing I know you got me Bent up, Bent up, Bent up, [x5] Bent over that couch, hands your mouth Tryna not let hear ya Yeah we fuss and we It ends up the same way (baby doesn't this feel familiar) You say you don't why I can't be the man that you want me to be I think I'm just that, and this love is the reason you don't leave (Bent up, Bent up, up) You get mad and I cause you're mad I laughed It gets bad but then mm mm good I put the no disturb on the You ain't no where no more I got you, up, bent up, bent up Mosley: Boy you I love you, but this shit is getting crazy ya this the last time I'ma gon let ya ass play me I'm heading for the door and the thing I know you got me Bent up, Bent up, Bent up, Yeah New rules, no clothes we argue Is cool? Make it easier to adore you you, get wrapped up in my coils You mad? just cause you spoiled You got everything you want that you need Don't I let you come Then I do me We go thru this like all the I let you leave I got you, up, bent up, bent up Natasha Boy you know I love you, but shit is getting crazy Told ya this the last time gon let ya ass play me I'm heading for the door and the next I know you got me Bent up, Bent up, Bent up, Yeah Bent over couch, hands over your mouth not let anybody hear ya Yeah we fuss and we It always ends up the way up, Bent up, Bent up...