I'm Pressed

I heard about your ex
But he not nasty as me
Said he left you lonely
When he should've left you pleased
How could he take you for granted
What's his sign, I can't stand it
Oh, I can't stand it

You tired of all these niggas
That's afraid they gon' look pressed
I'm not one of them
Come here and lay on daddy's chest
You should know
I'm gon' always treat you good

I never ever wanna see you boohoo crying
I'm gon' always treat you good
Good, good

I'm no good at sports
I could never play the field
I like touching on you
I like-like the way you feel
I'm wiping out all competition
You're the one I'm trying to get in
Never been lazy, Imma work it

I feel bad for the folks running from the real thing
I feel bad for the folks who don't have the range to love you
So I'm gon' treat you good

I never ever wanna see you boohoo crying
I'm gon' always treat you good
Good, good

I never ever wanna see you boohoo crying
I'm gon' always treat you good
Good, good

They can call me pressed
I don't mind, don't mind one bit