Nobody cares for me Nobody (nobody) There's nobody (nobody) I ain't got nobody I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go People know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance, selling each romance What will they say about me? When the end comes, I know

But I don't know just where to begin The way I've been treated by my so called friends They're the greatest thing in the world Yes, I want to write a letter Yes, I want to write a letter, people Well, I tell you, it's a sin, people Yes, if I got a dollar

Got to get away Everyone inside my head They want me alive or dead You don't know better Well I've been just I've been a bug unknown I know all about it But my heart is strong I've been away

I've said this before no matter how hard I try. I can't stop being bored while this world passes by. A resignation for me. These people, they just have no meaning. We've lost it all in hopeless dreaming. Well I've just lost my grip! Paint it black and

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side Everything I do you know I do it for the squad This is what the people say they wanted from the Young boy, from the, from the, from the God This that flexicution This

So lonely, so lonely When I came up, I was famous And I stayed up Now I'm way up People they just Turn to hater Been alone ever since I started

Oh! they say some people long ago Were searching for a diff'rent tune One that they could croon As only they can They only had the rhythm so They started swaying to and fro They didn't know just what they had And that is how the blues really began They

And they say love fits like gloves, perfect equals If it's meant to be then you just know it, you just know But you and me will never be the perfect people Ooh, what if our love is written in the scars? Wild tides, darling we hold on We grip with wide

Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch) Bitch will make you murderous, she's a (Psycho bitch) Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch) Don't pack nothing, just leave it (Psycho bitch) She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this