I'm a one man show (one man show) I don't need no one (need no one) I'll be fine alone (fine alone) You can call me but (call me but) I don't need you girl I feel like I'm gonna go insane Cause I keep hearin' your voice call my name

You got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah (Your business) Why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? Yeah (Gettin', yeah yeah) Summer's mine, winter time (Winter time) I done put in overtime (Overtime) I been hustlin' like this since back in the day

I know when I'm not, I'll be hoping I don't drop, To a place where I will rise, like before, I can feel, something happening That I've never felt before Dragging me away from heavens door When the blood dries in my veins and my Heart feels no more pain I

Those beers might as well have been poured out Why are you still showing up and bringing me down? Why do I keep letting you get to me And mess up what that's not what's gonna be? You walk right by crashing my high like I know you will You're like a

Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad) AP on me, iced out Tennis chains iced out Whole pointers 'round my neck Looking like a lighthouse (shine) Lil' nigga pipe down, choppa make you pipe down Running man running

Swaying to the symphony Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Of destruction You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch people's heads a'roll

It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggas know who I am

All day, all day bring it my way I wanna handle your bizz Waah yuh put it pon meee Baby girl cau' you don't stop pose And you look good inna clothes And you pretty like rose And di sitten expose Chilling out inna the island breeze

Better than my heart But they're still doing better Now these old beer bones Are like a rusty old plow These cigarettes eyes are 'Bout to burn out These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile The soles on my boots have walked their last mile I'm

"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."