Guess I didn't know That I just got this crazy feeling I've been making someone wait for me Think I don't need a watch to tell the time Think I don't need the sun to help me shine Think I don't need a girl to be alright Thought I didn't need shoes on my

I’m touchin’ you tonight, I’m lovin’ you tonight (Wait nope) Touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’, can’t make up my mind Oh, I’m sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party? Like, no no no You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone Now she asking

Gotta learn to love yourself Perfect girls ain't real They hide who they are inside Now, perfect girls ain't real They live a lie But it's always on your mind 'Cause you're all lying all the time Know that perfect girls ain't real Inside and out

Just a lil' bit (Do you think about me) Do you think about me? Every now and then God damn girl, we used to be friends I know you think about me, You think about money when you think about me huh, That's what my ex, my ex you don't want to be her, She

I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them pussy crackers they can bring

Growin' up in the gutter Once upon a time in an apartment home Lived a little girl with a heart of stone Cause part of her heart was partly gone Rarely seen and hardly known Treated like a mat on a boxing ring Blood drop stains on the twin box springs

Nobody ever told you You shine like a diamond And you need to know What nobody ever told you Glitter like a gold Wish you could see yourself the way I do Take off all the makeup girl Shine your light, show the world Don’t be shy, don’t be scared

Girl put in work, girl girl put in work All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money she be folding Girl put in work From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

Then whine up my waist and park the pum pum Which of them girls gonna park the pum pum I'mma whine up they waist, I'ma part the pum pum Queens dem girls gonna park the pum pum Trini dem girls gonna park the pum pum Jamaica dem girls gonna park the pum