[Chorus]
So good at makin' love
So bad at bein' in it
You think you're a mystery
You say you missin' me, yeah (Yeah, with every bullet so far)
So good at makin' love
So bad at bein' in it
You think you're a mystery (Uh, but I see who you are)
You say you missin' me, yeah (Yeah, with every bullet so far)

[Verse 1]
Look, she'd see me like, "Meet the cleavers"
But she'd treat me like meaty cleavers
And she'd probably "me too" me if me too cleaver
But look, man, me too cleaver
I'll be damned if I ever leave it to be
But be fake and or be friend, man, me do neither
She'd break a man until he'd retrieve her
'Til he takes a stand and then he leaves the seat up
True, we both do shit the same
But we, we don't do piss the same
She on some secret shit that'll twist your brain
She's pissed like psst, it's a game
Nah man, it's insane
You gotta be ahead of that, it's to change
She'll split your wig tryna get your name
You'll be a dead man sippin' with a bitch to blame, ah
[Chorus]
So good at makin' love
So bad at bein' in it
You think you're a mystery (Uh, but I see who you are)
You say you missin' me, yeah (Right, with every bullet so far)

[Verse 2]
Now how the fuck is my bank account disabled
When I didn't make any withdraws?
I say, "Hold up, you gotta be account-able"
But it only made her withdraw
Money was the world and the wind and the hottest stable
The trust for the angel you adored
'Til she showed up with a man
Talkin' how he gave her all the love that you plainly ignored
And I'm payin' it forward
They say, "Only God can judge you"
And you gave her that rib
But now you're prayin' to your God that the judge won't cuff you
The good Lord payin' that rib
Baby, that's pig-headed
But I don't want my baby back (Baby back), yeah
If I wrote a good book, probably have him beheaded
Dear John, you will never get your baby back
Talkin' like
[Chorus]
So good at makin' love
So bad at bein' in it
You think you're a mystery
You say you missin' me, yeah (With every bullet so far)
So good at makin' love
So bad at bein' in it
You think you're a mystery (Yeah, but I see who you are)
You say you missin' me, yeah (With every bullet so far)

[Verse 3]
Tell me how eyes got the power to alter
Has you lookin' right past all the flowers you offered
As your honey's takin' half of the vows at the alter
'Til you suddenly grasp, "That's foul, Walter"
Now Walter
Gonna be a bad break 'less you call Saul to consult you
To hide that cake, 'cause you can, sir
See, the answer's to put the salt on and look
Now you know that you've been too sweet
Why you wonder why they desert you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout a soul, I'm talkin' 'bout a salt
That'll sting to remind you how the bees hurt you
So look, this time, ain't no time to fuck
'Cause she lookin' for a mind to fuck
Got you runnin' in place 'til you runnin' out of time
Why you, why you think she love to wind you up? Ah
[Chorus]
So good at makin' love
So bad at bein' in it
You think you're a mystery (But I see who you are)
You say you missin' me, yeah (With every bullet so far)
So good at makin' love
So bad at bein' in it
You think you're a mystery (But I see who you are)
You say you missin' me, yeah (With every bullet so far)