Psychology

Ooh, yeah I know you're fond of me Why you bother me? You keep playing with me It's psychology First you cold on me Then you hot on me Said you'd be there for me But you not for me I know you're fond of me Why you bother me? You keep playing with me It's psychology First you cold on me Then you hot on me Said you'd be there for me But you not for me On the emotional I feel like Pinocchio You were mine for half a day Now you say we homies though Hurts but you don't know it though How long can I hold it though? You got spice I oughta try And I got sauce like Dolmio Mom said if it is Meant to be then it will Talk like I've been remedied But mentally I'm tip-drilled Jumping at the fantasies Of me and you as family My devotion brought delusion Stuck between kiss, kill This real I've never felt like this before And cause it's new I do respect it I watch you when you would Netflix You give me air and leave me breathless I might buy your favourite fragrance I might buy your favourite neckless Can't buy love I know I get it If I could You'd be a bad investment I know you're fond of me Why you bother me? You keep playing with me It's psychology First you cold on me Then you hot on me Said you'd be there for me But you not for me I know you're fond of me Why you bother me? You keep playing with me It's psychology First you cold on me Then you hot on me Said you'd be there for me But you not for me Care for me, care for me I know you care for me There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me Why won't you live for me? Care for me, care for me I know you care for me There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me Why won't you live for me? And think not you can direct the course of love If it finds you worthy, it directs your course Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself But if you love and your needs have desires Let these be your desires To melt and be like a running brook that sings it's melody to the night To know the pain of too much tenderness To be wounded by your own understanding of love and to bleed willingly and joyfully To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy To return home at eventide with gratitude And to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song upon your lips