You're such an energy. Alright, alright, alright, He's there to stare and Tell you how to look. I'm not even sure they know You by name. He's there to share what they Think of you.

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

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

La vie Bohème Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B Benny called the cops

Mama always told me, papa always warned me Don’t hang around with boys like you Teacher always told me never to be naughty Don’t mess around with boys like you They talk a lot Your friends say he’s troublesome “Don’t do it, you’ll get hurt” But, they

Are you there? You there? You there? Hello? You there? Ring ring (calling late night for ya) Are you there? (they gon' make up on ya) Hello? (I am hopping on the way ya) Real talk, you got me going crazy No more late night Ubers, baby I'm not coming to

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts?

What about your friends, will they stand their ground, Will they let you down again? What about your friends, are they gonna be lowdown, Will they ever be around, Or will they turn their backs on you? So to speak hypothetically Say I supply creativity to

'Cause you make me feel gorgeous You're so gorgeous Oh, so gorgeous I might be better off without you There's too many people all around you All these vultures that surround you They don't know a thing about you Nobody understands you You ain't nothing

It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch If we ever go broke girl, then time is all we got No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch They say time is money but really it's not And you can't make that back, no you can't make that back So let's ball while