Why I wanna stay when they all leave? Should I smoke your alcohol or drink some weed? Shit, I'm confused, what the fuck am I sayin'? On your pussy I'mma go Super Saiyan, Saiyan Should I stay sober until the end? Should I get wasted until my mind's

Backstabber And everybody knows it (everybody knows it) Girl, your such a backstabber, you're such a backstabber Oh girl, you're such a shit talker Run your mouth more than everyone I've ever known (Taking and twisting and telling, so manipulative)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's finally coming into focus (Focus) You're lying and I think you know it But you're too afraid to face the storm you helped create Yeah, this is bullshit (Bullshit) And did you think I wouldn't notice? (Notice) Cracks in your theory

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

Oh-oh-oh shit Ah, pose, bitch Bitch, I know you know Fired up, I'm sorted Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Stay dope, hoe rich

We're a garage band (oh, oh, oh) We come from garageland (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Back in the garage Back in the garage with my bullshit detector Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective People ringing up making offers for my life I just want to stay

I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I

Oh shit, oh shit Might break your ankle I said, "ooh shit" Kyrie, where's LeBron? Suck my dick! Caution, danger Caution, caution Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie

Rock n' roll. Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n' roll. Singin' with you. (Rock n' roll!) Singin' with you (Uh!) Oh my gosh! Rude boy bass, mash up the place You can eat shit and fuckin' And fuck you.

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