Freudian Slips

I let you inside my sacred space

I gave you the time boy, I made it safe

You whispered the words, so elusive in ways

I lost my grip, still you won’t hear this from my lips

 Take me away from the feeling that I just can’t seem to get over

Nine times out of ten, I don’t know how imma sleep, if I ain’t under your shoulders

The walls are thin up in my house,

 So I don’t wanna talk about it no more over the phone

 

I bet I’ll be fine

See you on your way

Let it pass you by

The seasons of rage

So bitter inside

It was futile, I’d say

Them Freudian slips

Still you won’t hear this from my lips

Take me away from the feeling that I just can’t seem to get over

Cause nine times out of ten, I don’t know how imma sleep, if I ain’t under your shoulders

The walls are thin up in my house,

Thought we’d figure it out, but I guess we won’t

Thought maybe we’d talk it through, but I guess we don’t

Cause you act like a child, I thought you’d grown

And that’s why I’m not talking ‘bout it over the phone

Take me away from the feeling that I just can’t seem to get over

Cause nine times out of ten, I don’t know how imma sleep, if I ain’t under your shoulders

The walls are thin up in my house,

 

Maybe I'll learned to press decline,

Those face-to-face matters, prove um’ like a fine wine,

And although I’m stupid

For thinking it’s Cupid love