I'm gonna stick like glue Stuck on you Yeah, yeah, because I'm Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh Stick, because I'm Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall Ain't gonna do you no good at all Cause once I catch ya, and the kissin' starts

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now Tables turn and now her turn to cry Well, baby used to stay out all night long She made me cry, she done me wrong She hurt my eyes open, that's no lie Well, she used to run around with every man in town

Now this is all that we have left You were supposed to save me From myself The wall that I have built to keep you out is starting to rust Because everything around me just reminds me of us. I am an addict for dramatic, black hair and pale skin. Yet I'm

I just can't keep hanging on, to you and me With you and me You know we can get away Because I'm calling your name Every day I feel this pain But you just turn and walk away I just can't keep hanging on to you and me I just don't know what is wrong

Whispering silence The subtle contradiction Compromise creeps in Forgetting who I once was Slowly changing Who I once was It was never one thing And too many to try to add up All because I had taken pride in my hidden lies

The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down Because I'm

A the gal them international DJ comin' Through, so yow! Respect due all the man Them inna the street but the gal inna me fleet Woman you physique concrete Can't delete you fat Because you buff up complete 24 hours seven days of the week

Everywhere that I go now I keep that thing right with me It is because I live foul Shorty like blue piece coming I got bitches all only back I got niggas all in my face It get serious it ain't no game So I got to keep that thing at my waist Its real, its

Because the cost of living About the situation Is getting so high, high, high” It's really so high, high, high Is getting so high, high, high About everything And this is what he said He told me, “Famine, famine, famine

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh, oh open wide You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess