You know I wasn’t raised right
Look at the women in my life
When they get wound up tight
They’re known to cause strife
And commit crimes of passion
Yet you still choose to play
You wanna do you at night
Then come try to make my day
But if I act like the woman who made me
You’ll be quick to call me crazy
And I won’t deny it
That’s why I’m so controlled
Because if not, you’re going to have to make that call
And have me surrounded by white walls
