Self Righteous Bryson Tiller

[Verse 1]
Oh I
Got somethin' to say, yeah
I know it's easy to love me
Thought it was better this way
Oh, trust me, baby, it's hard
Trying to give it up
I'm trying to, baby, it's tough
I guess it's my fault, I know what's up
Baby, we used to fuck
From now on, we make love
Girl, let's catch up, phone calls ain't enough
That's where I messed up, I shoulda kept in touch
Cause I ain't the type that will hit it and quit it
Even if it's mine, even if it isn't
Take them trips and pay yo' ass a visit
Gave you a portion, but you needed more, needed more
Now you won't even call me no more
Ain't layin' naked in my sheets no more
I guess you ain't a freak no more, oh
Sex more, that's what I was on
Talk less, that's what I was on
Selfish, baby, I know, I know
Ayy, quick to admit it when I'm wrong
Instead, I was leading you on
Now it's fuck me and leave you alone
Come love me, I need you at home
It's somethin' 'bout the way you scream and you moan
Now I'm the one who's been treatin' you wrong
Contradictin' all the things that I've been preachin' in songs, oh