You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

(Bitch!) I am the alpha, I am the omega (What?) I am the alpha, I am the omega (Ah!) I am the alpha, I am the omega (Ay!) I am the alpha, I am the omega I am the alpha omega the fuck is you saying? The fuck is you saying? The fuck is you saying? We not

Some fuckin' attitude I can't believe what you say to me You've got some attitude Inside that bitter brain There's gotta be a whore If you don't shut your mouth Oh, attitude

Why I wanna stay when they all leave? Should I smoke your alcohol or drink some weed? Shit, I'm confused, what the fuck am I sayin'? On your pussy I'mma go Super Saiyan, Saiyan Should I stay sober until the end? Should I get wasted until my mind's

I've given up I'm sick of feeling Is there nothing you can say? Take this all away I'm suffocating! I'm my own worst enemy Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me Put me out of my misery Wake in a sweat again

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

I just wanna ball in the wraith With your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Leave your daughter with the papers Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was getting to it I pray to God, is

Give him something to say. Something super fly, never play. All I hear is disgrace. Erase them all and reclaim my place. Yes, you feel it come, right now! You can feel it now or be stoned What the fuck?! I'm so dumb, therefore I can't relate. I'm so

Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy