And that don't sound like you Truck tires on a gravel road Laughing at the world, blasting my radio Cannonballs splashing in the water Doing whatever whenever you wanted What did he do? Girl, I'm glad you called, first heard you talk Took me a second

I won't go back 'Cause I'm sick of the person I used to be So stressed out, burned out, living in my agony Hated all the words that they said to me So I jacked up, blacked out, wasted all those memories 'Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick of me I'm sick of

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here I can come over there And pick you up, that's right On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do And you just want something to do All you

When they love me I get money, I get money, I get money I'm gifted when I'm faded I'm faded all the time Because I know that's when they love me They love me when I'm high All these bitches hate you This is something I know Because you really love to

Buy that boy with a pipe Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might) Empty my bank account And buy that boy with a pipe Put some spotlight on the slide Whatever comes, comes through clear Put some

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in

I would have noticed a gold wedding band, Diane I'd rather you hate me than not understand And all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you I promise I didn't know he was your man Oh, I promise I didn't know he was

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't