Holla if you need me You know I still got chu You always gon' be my boo And if you ever need me to be What you need girl, I'm free and forever you can holla at me Girl I really really really wanna let chu know That I really really really can't let chu go

I got the keys to Heaven now Baes all around and they got my mind spinning Blow that smoke and let me love that fire I don't need no memories They be smokin' now I'm floating higher So good, so good for me This madness so good for me This madness so good

You've changed You've forgotten the words, I love you Each memory that we've shared You ignore every star above you I can't realize you've ever cared You're not the angel I once knew No need to tell me that we're through It's all over now That sparkle in

Someday you’re gonna be the only one you’ve got Anklebiters You fall in love with yourself Why you want a piece of what I need? Just stop to drop dead Why do you care what people think? Are you hooked up to the leash You know, anklebiters

(Saturday night) High an' dry Don't need a reason, reason to be cool I got my whiskey, I got my wine Saturday, I feel right I've been drinkin' all day Yes I got a date, a midnight ride

From three little girls Cause all my world's sad and weary My three little girls When this world got you feelin' low I don't need nowhere else to go Cause I get all the love I need They're in the garden collectin' snails On the bed read fairy tales I get

Girl I need all your love right now, but I'll wait 'Cause I don't wanna seem like I'm hatin' Baby girl, I really ain't hatin' You've got options and I'm here to let you know You got options, bae Yeah you got options, bae Know you got options, bae PARTY

We're a disaster, yeah you know it's true All of my friends, I love my friends We've got each other, don't need no others We're a disaster All my friends are, they're on vacation But I'm just stuck here in this parking lot Well, looking for a mirror, I'm

Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I

I wanna do right and it doesn't matter We got all the shine we need to find I said, "Baby, I'm okay," she said, "Why you gotta act so strange?" What the fuck do y'all niggas really want? I went with realness instead But all the real niggas I know either