I'm Pressed

Mmh, ohh (yeah) Ohh, ayy (yeah) Ohh 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're 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 (feel) I'm wiping out all competition (yeah) You're the one I'm trying to get in (yeah) Never been lazy, I'ma work it (mmh) 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 Ohh, ooh Ohh, ooh Ohh, ooh Yeah, yeah, oh, good Ohh, ooh Ohh, ooh Ohh, ooh Yeah, yeah, oh, good They can call me pressed I don't mind, don't mind one bit