SZA - Love Language

Nobody put that purpose in me like you do, still
Nobody get that work up out me like you do
Nobody get the truth about me quite like you
You the definition of my right hand
Never mind ridin' backseat when you leave me
Talk to me in your love language
Show me, yeah, how to connect to you
Help me understand
How you speak your love language
Call me like you gettin' suppressed memories of me
Call me like you got confessions queued up
Like your last bitch, lookin' chewed up, baby