Ooh, oh

My body's your addiction
Your touch is my affliction
I speak, you never listen
Somehow we stay consistent
Rehearsin' my thoughts on the way to your crib, oh
Overnight bag in the back of the whip

You dickamtize my feelings
Then judge the way I'm healing
I thought you grew up Christian
Let's talk about forgiveness
But you wanna sit and breath on the phone, no
Silence is tellin' me something's strong

We can fuck it away, we can tuck it away (oh, oh)
We can drink it away, Hennessy it way, yeah (oh-oh, oh)
We can't fight it a way, can't one night it away
Too much pride in the way, yeah

Tryna get through to you, feels like a burden
Why am I so confused, if we're for certain?
Too much on my mind, too much on the line
Don't know why every time

That shit like talkin' to concrete, concrete, concrete
Harder than concrete, concrete, concrete
I need something concrete, concrete, concrete
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh, ooh

We can moan it away, we can blow it away (oh, oh)
We can lay it away, day by day it away, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
We can text it away, can finesse it away
Yeah, yeah

Gaslightin' my emotions (gaslightin' my emotions)
Somehow you got the notion (somehow you got the notion)
A woman's better broken, but nigga, don't provoke me
When I get reactive, you tell me to chill
That's that, toxic shit that I don't feel

I weaponize the pussy
You strong enough to push me
I call you on your bullshit, you take it as I'm pushy
Tell me what's worse, lookin' crazy or weak? (Weak, weak)
Don't know how I got tangled up in your sheets

We can kiss it away, we can wish it away (oh, oh)
We can throw it away, ignore it away (oh, oh, oh)
We can't smoke it away, can't just roll it away
Can't control it this way

Tryna get through to you, feels like a burden
Why am I so confused, if we're for certain?
Too much on my mind, too much on the line
Don't know why every time

That shit like talkin' to concrete, concrete, concrete
Harder than concrete, concrete, concrete
I need something concrete, concrete, concrete
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh, ooh

We can moan it away, we can blow it away (oh, oh)
We can lay it away, day by day it away, yeah (oh, oh, oh)
We can text it away, can finesse it away

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Writer(s): Brittany Coney, Denisia Andrews, Ira Andrews, Teyana Taylor, Travis Marsh