It's my own fault, baby Treat me the way you want to do Yes, at the time, you were loving me, baby At that time, little girl, I didn't love you At that time, little girl, I wouldn't be true Used to make your own pay checks, baby And bring them all home

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directing and starring in it What's your favorite scary movie? Yo, Slim Shady (Yo,

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring I can't keep this on the low Ring, ring, ring, ring Should I call first? I can't decide I want to, but a bitch got pride The

I will try, try, try not to bring it all home I'll make you stronger, stronger You don't even want this You don't even need this You don't have to cover up your tears at all 'Cause I know it's you saving me I will fight, fight, fight for what we had

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Not a fighter, a lover I just want you, my darling (Purps On The Beat) Breakaway, and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a

This makes as much sense as a frog on a chain A leper knocking trees down with his fist Twisting my ear like I'm a school yard churl You know I want to sit beside that long-legged girl Wearing overalls and daddy's boots and mom's old coat Let's sing one

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right