I see you drive around town with the guy I love And I'm like forget you I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like forget you and forget him
Drop this Drop this Drop drop this this this this Drop this Drop this Drop drop this track He's a stereotype He's got the baseball cap And he's building
When you walk in the bar and you're dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew Can't tell who he's lookin
He's pining for her in a people carrier There might be buildings and pretty things to see like that But architecture won't do Although it might say a
Lady where's your love gone? I was looking but can't find it anywhere They always offer when there's loads of love around But when you're short of some
We all want someone to shout for Yeah, everyone wants somebody to adore But your heroes aren't what they seem When you've been where we've been Have
Anticipation has the habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there?ll be some love Tonight there?ll be a ruckus, yeah
Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off Her brother
Look inside, look inside your tiny mind Then look a bit harder 'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired Of all the hatred you harbor So you say
Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yea, batter chip some throwing dirt bare chumps Sling
fuk kam killa it gets rilla dope dela conr stela alwys 9 to 5 in get it 9 4 5 you a trip to cali nigga im a sit bak and smile you silly i got right here
Boom! I dont need your forgiveness I dont need your hate I dont need your acceptence So what should I do I dont need your resistance I dont need your
I'm...I'm losing my world 'Cause you're leaving and I'm dying without you So now I'm nothing to you So fuck you too Now that you tell me that you'd rather
Sucking on my titties like you wanted me Calling me, all the time like Blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time Like sex on
Break! A tragic poem that forever burns on my brain. Can we ever forgive love for its pain? The city's sweat is scaring her into her dreams As the songs
Yeeah (Aiight) Yeeah (Aiight) Yeeah (Aiight) Yeeah (Aiight) Yeeah (Aiight) Yeeah (Aiight) Yeeah (Aiight) Yeeah Ol' stankin ass (Hoe) Jank ass (Hoe) Suck
It's a new day and all you gossipin' backstabbin' habitual haters You're all history, history So you can hate or hail the queen, all hail, the queen But
I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Forget you!" I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Forget you and