My Turn To Paint

I pissed off your best friend and now you have nothing to say
She told me what you said and now you’re not worth the time of day
In school for psychology but you don’t wanna take this one out
I thought I told you I’m the king at figuring you white girls out
You paint me as Satan for the same shit you always do
But let you tell it and I’m the one manipulating you
I hope his shoulder and lips are soft, I know your ways
That’s how I got you which is why we’re going our separate ways
You can’t help it can you, you just need the attention
A couple of tears and one-sided stories to cover up your true intentions