Convenient - Christon Gray, Wes Pendleton

Hands in my pockets like let’s play it cool

Next thing I knew, I had her pockets in my hands

Silly girl, you just want a lover, ex

Silly boy, I used to love her, next

Excess, coulda had sex, but I guess we didn’t

Outta love, but it wasn’t love at best

It was love-esque, If I took Love’s que I would’ve left

Hits home, but it’s hard to address

So, I’m at home playing dress up

Bottle of cologne on my dresser

I’m sentimental as ever

As if I live for the aroma of sweet dreams

King of getting off Scott like Coretta

Uh-huh

When I left it was later April, early summer in May

You said you’d never forget me

Now, you don’t even call to say happy birthday

You only keep me around

When it’s convenient

Now, you got me hanging out

When you’re all alone and heated

No church in the wild

Never would’ve thought that we would get caught up

It’s so wild in the church

I speak about the past like it’s the present

And the present like it’s the past

I wanted to tell my dad a couple days ago

I could see the white flag, but don’t raise it though

I know they left

Some of the men was just boys, little babies being annoyed

Trying to blame it on you like they hooked onto umbilical cords

I know they live for the Lord

Some of them women in war

Trying to use they spiritual sword

You trying to get them on board and show em' how to fight back

I remember when ya’ll met each other

White and black turned into technicolor

When I came back, see all the pain and the tears on your face

So, I gave you my shoulder

Talk behind my back, but I still love you the same