Natasha Boy you I love you, but this 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 thing I you got me Bent up, Bent up, Bent up, [x5] Bent over that couch, hands over mouth Tryna not let anybody ya we fuss and we fight It always ends up the same way (baby 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 that, and this love is the reason you don't wanna leave (Bent up, Bent up, up) You get mad and I cause you're mad I laughed It gets bad but then it's mm mm I put the no disturb on the You ain't goin no where no I got you, bent up, bent up, up Mosley: Boy you I love you, but this shit is getting crazy Told ya this the time I'ma gon let ya ass play me I'm heading for the and the next thing I know you got me Bent up, Bent up, Bent up, Yeah New rules, no clothes we argue Is that cool? Make it easier to you Explore you, get wrapped up in my You That's just cause you spoiled You got everything you want that you need I let you come first? Then I do me We go this like all the time I never let you I got you, bent up, up, bent up Natasha Boy you know I love you, but this shit is crazy Told ya the last time I'ma 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 that couch, hands over your Tryna not let anybody ya Yeah we fuss and we It always ends up the way up, Bent up, Bent up...