Ooh-ooh, I don't even know you anymore I won't listen, save the bitchin' This feel different, something's missing I don't even know you anymore I don't even know you anymore, ayy Every time you call, I hit ignore ('Nore) (I don't even know you anymore)

That's my prerogative Everybody's talking all this stuff about me Why don't they just let me live? (Tell me why) I don't need permission, make my own decisions (That's my prerogative) It's the way that I wanna live (It's my prerogative)

I'm a Ramblin' Man You better move away You're standing too close to the flame Once I mess with your mind Your little heart won't be the same Don't mess around with a Ramblin' Man I've been down the Mississippi, down through New Orleans I've played in

And I don't want to miss a thing Don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep 'Cause I'd miss you baby 'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do I'd still miss you baby I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Watch

Single girl I think that I could be the guy Just what you're missin' baby in your life By your side When the nights get cold And I could be there for you to hold Oh baby ain't it gettin' old? Livin' in this lonely world When you don't have to be single

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane) Don't know what they hatin' for, I'm just gettin' my paper Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame (Shame, shame) They gon' miss this plane I try to

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away Hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift,

No one wants to die alone They don't wanna miss the show It's funny, time missed us both We all got time when we will go (Don't) Seems to be over (Never) Seems to be over (Damn, yeah) Seems to be over Seems to be over Know I stay on alert