Creation

I prepared you for her, damn

Didn't you turn out perfect?

She must wanna thank me

For leaving her with your best version

You got all the bad out your system

What we had were nothing but lessons

I taught you them then left with my reasons

Now I'll be glad to hand her my creation

He makes love how I trained him, damn

Don't it make you feel good, girl

His fingers never used to move that way

So you're welcome for the pleasure

He got all the bad out his system

What we had were nothing but lessons

I taught him them then left with my reasons

Now I'll be glad to hand you my creation